wrong timing.

It is morning. The morning of the day I am supposed to be doing the groceries with my mother. And I am here. Big mistake.

I'll just check my mail and get out of here, then.

thankful

Somehow, it always makes me smile when someone makes art for me, even if it's commissioned. When someone makes me graffiti on Facebook, or tegaki art, for me, because of me. When someone makes fanfiction because she knows I'd like to read it. Small things, really, but they make me happy all the same. It makes me know that somebody actually cares about what I like and don't like.

I make a lot of things for a lot of people, and I hope they make them smile the same way I do when I see theirs.

so it seems i owe you a post.

So, anyway, this shall be terribly short as a only now realized that by my being here, I have delayed lunchtime in our house by about one hour, and my mom's breakfast by two, and thus after this I shall pack up immediately.

My name is Patricia. I have, in a period of five-or-so years, accumulated a handful of blogs. Most of them deal with randomness, my LJ with fanfics. So why, a normal person would think, would I deal with another one?

Frankly, I don't know either. But if I - and you, the poor, hapless victim of my hurried typing - hang around here long enough, we might figure out why.

Wishing that she'll make more sense someday,
Patricia