Louchette

This is a journal.   Theorically.   Maybe I should write something, sometimes.   Maybe.   But I'm too lazy.   More, more lazy than you can imagine.   So, probably this is my last entry.   Ohhh well.   Has been beautiful until has lasted. Au revoir. :heart: :bulletred: :bulletgreen: :bulletred: Beloved :bulletred: :bulletgreen:  :bulletred: ~Hyarmen (https://www.deviantart.com/hyarmen) :iconjael-kolken: :iconleryu: :iconrucci: :iconvucciest: :iconlucisferente: :bulletred: :bulletgreen: :bulletred: Lilies everywhere :bulletred: :bulletgreen:  :bulletred: :iconpink-lamp-shades: :icondandypop:

Damn, I'm sick. I hate with all my soul this flu. Tomorrow I would have departed for Mantua, together with mine beloved, guest of the our exceptional Caterpillar, but the illness forces me at home.     I hope to be better for 31 s**t! è_é :bulletred: :bulletgreen: :bulletred: My Dearest :bulletred: :bulletgreen:  :bulletred: ~Hyarmen (https://www.deviantart.com/hyarmen) :iconjael-kolken: :iconleryu: :iconrucci: :iconvucciest: :bulletred: :bulletgreen: :bulletred: Friends :bulletred: :bulletgreen: :bulletred: :iconlilie-morhiril: :iconichycheshire:

Oh, well, I'm definitely entered in Christmas spirit. It had to happen, sooner or later. I'm bouncing and jumping and dancing around, happy in almost annoying way.   I sing foolish songs and make sweets and cakes. Oh my, Christmas will kill us. All greetings, however. I love you all. :heart: :bulletred: :bulletgreen: :bulletred: My Dearest :bulletred: :bulletgreen:  :bulletred: ~Hyarmen (https://www.deviantart.com/hyarmen) :iconjael-kolken: :iconleryu: :bulletred: :bulletgreen: :bulletred: Friends :bulletred: :bulletgreen: :bulletred: :iconlilie-morhiril: :iconichycheshire: