This was originally going to be an in-depth analysis and story of what happened with Linda, to coincide with the ending of Valentine's Day (sort of), but I seriously can't be stuffed right now, and I really don't want to put myself through torture yet. So maybe later. A bit of inane rambling will do just find for now. And without (much) further ado, here it is.
I am a little bemused, and a lot jealous, of people who seem to have cameras with them wherever they go.
Routine lunch with friends? Check.
Dinner with family? Check.
Trip out to the city with friends? Check.
Lunch with friends at uni? Check.
Lying around doing nothing with friends? Check.
Walking the dog? Check.
Anything involving friends? Check.
These are all pretty cool, but the one that takes the cake is Grace's photos of her friends and her at the gym. The gym, for crying out loud. Who wants photos of themselves running at the gym?
Anyway, what amazes me as well is that these people can be bothered carrying a camera around with them. And it's a camera, not a phone. The photos are too good to be from a phone. I mean, my camera's as portable as they come. It's actually smaller than my hand, both in thickness and every other possible dimension. And I can't even be bothered carrying that around. Respect to y'all camera toters for dedication.
Word of the Day: Camera
Currently listening to: D.O.A. (Death of Auto- Tune) by Jay-Z
its called a handbag
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