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I found love in an inked up place

No not a tattoo shop or anything tattoo-related. Well, unless you mean the fake kind that you draw on your self when you are bored. Doesn't it suck when the pen doesn't write well on skin?

This is my journey of writing materials

I used to be a pencil kinda gal. I used to draw a lot and doodle all over. It just felt so much more right to draw with pencils. Also, I wasn't quite the technological era yet. So homework including BCRs and extended BCRs had to be written on paper. So that meant you mess up you start over. teachers didnt take messed up papers with words crossed out and all other errs kids would make. I liked that pencils could Be erased.

Then they started demanding that we switch over to pens. I got used to it. I started carrying lots of pens around: I bought, picked up, found and some I don't even recall how I acquired. But within all these pens I found "The one."
Pentel RSVP BK91 Fine; smooth, minimized friction movement that led to thin sharp oh so clean lives. no other pen could ever amount to it. I even stopped getting free pens at school fairs, thinking what's the use when I've got "The one."
But not too long ago I found out that lines can be thinner, crisper and even more colorful. All this via one of my Churches leaders. she had a stash of .28 mm Uni-ball Signo Um-151 gel ink pens. I started exhibiting symptoms of pen envy. I wanted her to say I could have it, but didn't want to actually ask. She didn't so I set out on a journey to acquire such. My first was a freeby from a kind classmate ( I felt more at ease asking a classmate).
0.38 mm MonoMono ball point in black ink. it was so ahdorable. It read "Hello, I'm jay. I love a freshly coffee !. Do you want a drink ?"Forgive me if i offend but the bad English made it cuter. I'm not really a coffee affectionado but if it was Jay offering me coffee, I would take a sip or two. And then my friend came back frome her travels with .38. The prettiest green!

Looking forward to my own travels so I can find teeny tiny tipped pens and pencils ^_^

Lovingly yours,

TYB




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