Feels like I have screwed everything I could

It’s either I don’t know what’s happening to me, or nothing is happening to me.

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It’s just a hay fever, damn it.

Wish

This coffee I am having is not giving me more guts for the day ahead. Not even more time. Actually it’s giving me less time. However I am lingering around the cup like there is no tomorrow.

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The past

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It is a loss. Or a gain. And a closed door. But not always.

Rant of the day

Can people please learn the difference between “Reply” and “Reply to all”? And use it appropriately? Thank you.

Cleaning up

I don’t trust a cleaning lady to put order in my life. Because this is how any major cleaning of the house seems to me. There is one event like this every now and then when the seasons change. The latest spring cleaning revealed to me how I owe you the use of stripe socks. Before you my socks were being unicolour, mostly black. I was again tempted to put your things in a box. This time for practical reasons, they are taking up space. But there was no time. Space per time equals momentum, so I guess I am gathering practical momentum. It was also a good time to review my acquisition policy when it comes to music. And books. At least I listen to the music I buy. But that’s a side note. When I am older I’ll probably be better abled to read, although medical statistics contradict me. What else? I made plans to artistically use all these paper scraps I have been piling up. I have also decided to raid my clothes and give away everything I have not worn at least once in the past two years. Problem with this one is my memory is tricky when it comes to parting with once endeared items. I lag and linger. I have also observed I have gathered an impressive amount of dry-cleaners hangers and silver items. I want to buy new roller-blades, these ones are ten year old. Maybe they can go to the roller-blading museum?

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Odd

It’s cold, my nose is dry. A text woke me at five something. It was a thank you reply to a message I’ve sent sometime yesterday. Plus somebody’s birthday, which was yesterday, sends me into the past right now. Only on the screen of my PDA. I have hardly done any of the work I had planned to complete over the weekend. Have I mentioned it’s cold?

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Words of my own making

Duffy Dutch unswers.

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There are no realiable landmarks in the world today

Everything is upside down! From top only showing their butts, to power-bottoms teasing us with their cocks, what is a poor conservative gay to understand of this world anymore?

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Live irony, life has a sense of humour

One of my colleagues working with personnel records was named Registos. And his parents before him.

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Personal mission statement

My aphorisms are apothegms, not axioms, though in an ideal world they would be sententia.

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