And then there were 24

So long Pentel EnerGel number one, soon Pilot Precise Grip number two will join you in that big pocket protector in the sky. It has been a fun journey together, you were dependable and strong right up until the end when you ran out of ink, a desirable end for a pen. You were a lucky one, writing a full long life unlike the few unfortunate that explode or suffer from a clot that is beyond repair. Your hermaphrodite sibling, as you were as well, will resume your spot in the backpack. As for you Pilot Precise Grip, I fear your time is drawing to a close. Your last lines fading as they come spewing from your tip. You start strong but are too weak to continue and all my effort, the scribbles, the licking, the meticulous wiping to rid any foreign particle that might be aiding your plight has proved fruitless. I will let you linger in the Cup for a short while more. Having called up your replacement, number four, from it's protection of the package it came in years ago. Number one, three and now four are still writing strong, and will continue the momentum you have gave me. Let it be known by the bend in your tip that your time has been well spent. I have scribbled many a thought with you, in the process perhaps aiding to your demise. You were injured by the fever of which I write, furiously trying to get what lies in my head out onto the white canvas before me. I bid my dear pens farewell and turn my eye to the remaining 24 all within an arms reach. (and that excludes the ones over yonder, still waiting for the day they grace a page). It has been fun.

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I did just do that. And no, I haven't been drinking.

Hmm...two pens down...that's about a pack...that means I could justify getting mommy dearest to buy me some new ones when I go home tomorrow. Oooh. Or should I wait for the sheets to cool a bit? No no. Perhaps I will *gasp* go for some with blue ink! I am pretty much a black ink only person. I have one pen (and it's twin) in the starting rotation that is blue but its an amazing blue.

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Haven't I warned you people that I can go on and on about my pens/markers/sharpies? Some people hold a special whatever for wine, shoes, cars. I hold that whatever for my pens. They are both practical and beautiful. Much like myself. (don't deny!) Seriously. If you need anything out of me, want anything out of me or just want me to love you (not like that!), buy me a pen. They are one of the keys to my heart.

On that note, have a nice night and weekend.

Until I blog again...snuggles all around!