new pen happiness

i have this weird source of joy: using up ALL the ink in my pen and then buying a new one. no, i don't make special effort to use up all the ink. i just watch the ink level go lower and lower each day. and then three or four months after i bought the pen, the ink's all gone and i have to buy a new pen. i looooove new pens.

lost pens depress me. i so hate losing pens. and some people can be so insensitive. they'd borrow my pen and pass it around and then lose it. and they'd tell me they're sorry and i tell them it's okay. and i do try to be okay. but only because i am still beginning to see how weird it is, this thing for pens (which, by the way, also happens for notebooks but to a lesser degree).

the last pen served me for more than four months. march 4 (how could i forget?) up until july 17. it's the second pen that stayed with me until the last drop of ink. i now lay it to rest.

and i just bought a new one today. me is sooo happeh. :D