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Urszula Stachowicz

I have memory of a goldfish. That’s why I need my Tookapic diary – to remember anything!
#10 22/365
159 streak
#928
Day 928
Messed with my head
Finally I made use of my yellow dress.
#944
Day 944
Sun F.
I hate this day. I feel like a fresh corpse. Still don't know what 's wrong with me.
#967
Day 967
Hand
#theme-holding
#968
Day 968
Sunset
Another day I ended with sentence: "oh, fu$& it".
#976
Day 976
Pizza
I was looking for my whole for a person who likes hawaiian pizza as well. And then I found @vividcolourfabric.
#985
Day 985
Catan
I made my sister's kids play this game. Just to take a photo. #theme-games
#1,023
Day 1,023
#1,032
Day 1,032
#1,059
Day 1,059
Goodbye paper cranes
Today I've burnt my paper cranes. We were going to burn 1 000 that made my friend but she changed her mind. So I killed mine. And...
#1,065
Day 1,065
Can't remember when was the last time I felt that bad.
#1,068
Day 1,068
#1,072
Day 1,072
Gift
Ok, I love wrapping gifts.
#1,077
Day 1,077
#1,088
Day 1,088
Crime scene
#733
Day 733
playing
playing I spent this terrible evening with my sister's family. I didn't even expect to have so much fun with board playing.
#835
Day 835
Digits
I'm not sure whether I'll be able to play Scrabble ever again. So instead of this - we were playing with digits with my sister and her kids. Bu...
#846
Day 846
Rudy
I woke up today hoping everything would be ok. That when I'd open my eyes Rudy will be ok. But he wasn't. I put him into the cage and took to the...
#867
Day 867
Bread
My first bread ever. And clearly something went wrong. I don't think it is supposed to be so sucked in. 🙄
#868
Day 868
Streak rain
Let's move on to another day. I've got nothing to say about today.
#874
Day 874
New
Well, hello. So excited. My new car! First one entirely mine.
#881
Day 881
Severe case of an envelope brain
And I'm done. Invitations sent, now I have to prepare everything for the election. And catch up with my work. And oth...
#910
Day 910
Prisoner
It's growing. Still. Fast. Inexorably.
#917
Day 917
Another day
Another traffic.
#918
Day 918
Heartbroken
We've got days. Maybe weeks. My sweet little kitty.