I would've written something dripping with soppy-vanilla syrup. Hence, I logged in.

But, got caught up with dresses and blog updates. Consumerist yearning beckons, as usual. and as usual provides to be an escapist haven.

So, I'll skip the emotional (diary-entry like) post for another day.

And since I have kissed the third-person address goodbye, I rejoice in zero-readership. (and relax for a bit as I experience 'pseudo-personal' in a consciously-public move. :)