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Where life is bright despite the rain and all things come to hardships’ way
The weather is miserable, I have cold feet and a tire with two holes the size of the one in the ozone layer. After bumping into one of those “sex feet under” asphalt whole the City Hall is not attending to - see how this word, whole, turns into an annoying occurrence - my left front wheel looks like shredded lace. Plus the depressing boyfriend. Despite all this I have friends to help me, and support me, and lend me money, and optimism, and hormones, it’s spring! I want to f*ck, and shop, and drink, and basically just enjoy myself. Ain’t life grand?!
Seen
Casanova.
Kay, I have no idea why you like
Sienna Miller so much.
Where can I wash a dirty mind?
One of the mornings when it would be nice to have a choice about finally stepping out of the bed.
Phish
Accidents happen like this fish on the wall. They are also called accidents.
Unrelated bits and pieces
In my dream the hell was a hotel and I was visiting. In order to get out I needed a magnetic card. I don’t know if I ever made it out as I woke up at four a.m. Had to sit on the verge of my bed, wide awake, for a couple of minutes.
Your rugged skin, your smooth skin, white skin, black skin embalmed with the softest, manliest perfume. As I put it later, over the phone, it was all hystory. A myth. A crush. We laught about it, one at each end of the conversation. I somehow admitted I could’ve rubbed against those skins. Against the well defined pecs. A matter of imagination. Left wanting.
How I miss airports. And shopping. Shopping at airports.
Memento
How much, how many times we choose to lie to ourselves? Do we choose what we want to remember? To what consequences? Why do we choose to forget those who have helped us? And then turn against them? Themes for reflection in the brilliantly cut movie.
Half-full-half-empty type of philosophy with a twist
The problem with everything is sometimes everything is too much, or too little and never just about right. In quite a similar way, sometimes nothing is too much, nor too little. You easily see then how one could get confused between everything and nothing. More explicitly, mistake everything for nothing.
Setting a new low
It’s official, my target is set for 1%. I am now a bit above 0.5.
Vote now. Or I start drinking :)
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