Loneliness
I am currently traveling long distances in bed. From one side to another.
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Miscalculated, one more time
Fuck Lariam. One more to go. Damn.
I have been… booked? (!)
Time is running out, like always. One only has 24 hours to do with.
Bref!
Read
all about the rules here - sorry no time to translate them in English 
I have been … erm booked (!) by
Robert aka Adevaratul Mitzi, one of the most fascinating (and somehow nevrotic, but that’s good) people I know, also crusader of bags, king of style, and a psychologist. So you can track it back, guys.
My nominations are
Lulutza, the storyteller trapped inside the body of doctor, hopefully soon to get inside people’s heads,
if you know what I mean,
Mazilique, journalist socialite and 007-reloaded fan (should I go, would you like to watch the movie one more time? I haven’t seen it yet) because people that are into good music must be into good books too, and favourite personal director (huh),
Mitzi. It also
feels right to link Adevaratul Mitzi to Mitzi, but that was just a side “attraction”. Sorry, the show must go on.
Mitzi, make some time, not excuses. We all have to direct, you know?
And the book is “
In trei, un laborator sentimental” by Briant, Cretinon and Stoessel, Trei publishing house, Eroscop label, 142 well written and fairly well translated pages, reading time, in my case, slightly less than two hours. Because I have been hungry for this reading, because I have and I haven’t been there and because I am all for fascinating experiences. Three artists, a man and two women, decide to live and love together does not give away the plot. Not for the prude at heart.
Now, if I were to cheat (OMG! I am!) I would have also mentioned “A Few More Minutes with Monica Vitti” by
Anamaria Beligan, whom I find as brilliant as a writer as she is beautiful. And one small Penguin book I have lent a long time ago. It never made it back and I am no longer sure about the title, nor the name of the author. Gray somebody?… Well, one book was too little even for me whose reading is no longer what it used to be, sadly.
Anyway. Off to work.
Last night, power failure, sort of drunken note, but not really
Initially titled “The day in reverse”…
I am having a gin and tonic. I have stepped in a dog’s poop. I was stopped by the police and tested for alcohol level in my breath: then they let me go (too high? too low? we’ll never know). I had indeed had one beer. I met my boss in the pub. I had a good long working day. I had to wash after boiling water, because the hot tap water stopped just before I was going to start using the soap… and the diplomatic staff was not to observe all that.
If you don’t understand the above, that’s OK. On this particular occasion I didn’t mean to make sense. This is this mornings note.
Miss Fuckingfits
Some people call back, so others don’t.
It’s a wonderful day outside and I feel somehow like a misfit. To top that, Mom called. Have I seen the news? No? Thought so. Well, she was worried. You know that guy, the Russian spy? They have just announced that people in London on 9 November might have been contaminated… Mom, I have just missed my chance to be part of international drama. Like we did not go through Cernobil, anyway. I tried to make fun of her reaction, but I don’t think my message got through to her, though. Probably I’ve just managed to annoy her, because I am sort of close to home. But I am not up for yet another train ride.
The ipod is definitely not working anymore. Happy Sunday to all the misfits.
James Lavelle
I am going to see half of
UNKLE tonight. After today’s late afternoon I have fought one ex-Minister of Defense. Oradea is no small city.
Bound to…
Sex in the stomach, train ride terrified, smelly feet, hot, sweaty, tired, behind deadlines. This is how I pack. On the run again. I love it. I hate it. I am it. Drink. Shower. Drink. Peaches, Fatherfucker. Telephone. One last post. Wait, you’ll be Internet ridden there. Yeah, but it’s not the same, is it? One last text. Little does he know: “Fell in love only with boys, u have enough shoes.” meaning “Don’t fall in love with shoes, you have too many”. I have managed to forget his incredibly looooooong eye lashes. Have you ever seen a man entirely made of eye lashes? That’s him. I might decide to teach him English. That is a cute thought to end the “re-install” day. Re-install software, reinstate Internet, reinstate victim rights. I might have made someone happy today. I know I did. OK, one last sip. Gin and tonic rules. Now you are going to miss that train…
Switch off, hunted game
Yesterday I have switched off. Literally. The Internet fell, the computer sound fell, the ipod fell, and I was no longer having cable for the past two months or so. I do not own a radio. Not in the house I don’t. So I have opened a book and, miracle, I have managed to read 142 pages in two hours.
Today: “You have the look of a hunted animal”. Yeah.
See the world
I was indeed following the advice on the bag at the time I took the picture.
And now, see how James Collard answers my question. Too gay, hm… (No, that was not my question!)
But I don’t want their daughters
If we take that road and you can show your passport with a UK or US visa they will give you their daughters.
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