The greatest explosion with no guilt, just pure pleasure. Dust flakes from newly washed clothes against the sun during a late afternoon. The agonizing feeling when your stomach takes the shape and properties of a tennis ball. Waiting.
Tomorrow is Thursday. My life is a box of chocolates waiting to be filled. I slept well.
Good morning, rain! Even my red face feels a bit more soothed.
1. orangestripes 21.Aug. - 00:58:40
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you seem so dry and airtight..
2. monsoux 21.Aug. - 20:17:11
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maybe I am, you wanted a confirmation?
I don’t know, I have never claimed I was perfect.
But when I don’t have something nice to say to total strangers, at least
I don’t say it.
3. orangestripes 21.Aug. - 22:20:35
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I acted on impulse, reading your lines gave me a feeling of suffocation
4. monsoux 21.Aug. - 23:11:25
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so now an impulse goes instead of an apology?
thin, if you ask me
5. orangestripes 21.Aug. - 23:14:38
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maybe
6. monsoux 21.Aug. - 23:15:32
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maybe ok, then 
7. orangestripes 21.Aug. - 23:17:00
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what was I supposed to say, sorry for acting on impulse? I’m not good at
apologising
8. monsoux 21.Aug. - 23:18:32
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I can see that, but as I said, that is OK
9. orangestripes 21.Aug. - 23:19:25
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fine
Monday morning, morning exercises, exercises not done for the audit, auditmyassschmaudit.
Between an Emmy award recipient and an aspiring wannabee actor, and no, I am not redundant, the person is now taking exams to become a student acting, I now have new insights about the possible connections between sex and trade. Still, I have not fucked. I am just fucked. The picture is random. It reminds me of last night’s dancing.
We’re growing apart, like fruit in the trees. I would give you the cracks in my pot, I like them very much, only they keep me company every morning, rising from my coffee like Venus from the sea.
Because I am on blogstrike today. Japanese like, can you see the white armband?
Have you ever felt like whatever you did it was too late? Have you gone past the time when just saying “I love you” would mend all things? Have you been amazed how quick everything can go wrong? So, how are you?
Does lying to the Devil qualify as a sin?
Jean-Francois emailed calling me by my surname. Probably like Vava does, but that is her prerogative and a few other best friends.
Valery has emailed, but has not mentioned the landing time, as I asked.
Tom has called singing to me.
Cristina has texted me with a message that doesn’t make any sense.
Denis has called, and when I called back he said he didn’t dial. He even checked to see if somehow accidentally a call was made, but there was none recorded.
For the first time in months I have accidentally left my mobile at home, and felt like I would’ve if I swallowed the damn thing.
Even the movie seemed very telling.
I feel so out of place, it is eerie.
Finally, R, I thought you were upset for my unfortunate remark about your buttons and no I don’t have anything against you at all. I think you can be as sweet a friend as it gets. It’s just that I am under the weather now.
Enough said. I might have an unexpected guest. I have to at least entertain if not accommodate him. Which could actually be a good way to take my mind off the shitty stuff that has happened today.
Appearances of sour-taste-of-throat-ache-like-knowing-things-that-cannot-be-discussed, the things-you-will-never-know-because-I-have-erased-them-messages-for-you, all-I-decide-to-by-go, for-the-hundredth-time!-minding-my-own-business, life-surprising, and love-can-be-such-a-strange-place must be deceiving.
You’d better know why you like me, cause I really don’t.
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