I don’t have a doctor
I have a dermatologist, a dry nose like a desert, and an allergy to linden (approaching).
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Monday mumbling, mumbling Monday
The downs and ups of today’s post are… It’s Monday, what do you think? Snoozed like crazy with two alarms. Anyway, yeah, I am up. Spent late last night to get my online virus scan. Nod32 failed me, Opera is like a swaitzer. Have not managed to solve the problem. Darn. Yahoo doesn’t work, the computer works like an old grinding machine. I know, it’s the spieware.
In the club, again, someone has asked me for speed. And I am the only one with a perception problem? I don’t think so. Other than that Saturday was quite nice and friendly, except for the Sunday hangover, but that is not a part of Saturday or is it?
The latest compliments I got refer to the special shade of my eyes and … the blog. Well, thank you.
Other things I forgot. This is so incredibly slow I am going to be late for my appointment with the journalists. Bye.
Oh, one last word of advice. Kissing a transvestite will sure get mascara on clothes. I say, always use quality products. Yeah, I had to end it on a bright note.
Faithcookie
There is always something missing! Sometimes something you are missing. In the fortunate event it is just the dish washing liquid. In the unfortunate event it is also the dish washing liquid.
Better said
We have just met then. She was wearing a beautiful shawl.
He said: “Dearest, this is beautiful. Absolutely superb!”
Me, just because I wanted to spite him and impress her: “No, no, no! This is all wrong! When are you going to learn making a proper compliment?”
Him: “?!”
Her: “?”
Me: “It’ more like this: Dearest, how well this beautiful shawl goes with you!”
She was already laughing. I have not been reading all these books to no avail.
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Optimism
Sarcasm
(Seen Venus, too much British humour to be able to recall all I want, but it is brought to its sadness inducing and predictable end. Followed by vitamin power at Fito, start saving ’cause I’ll let you know when it opens for the public)
Porc ham
There are two things I don’t like and I had to do them both this morning. Actually, that is misleading. You might think there are only two things I don’t like. So, let me rephrase that. This morning I had to do two things I don’t like, two of the many more things I dislike: waking up seven something and washing in cold water. Being late doesn’t count. One doesn’t do being late. One becomes being late. Or, rather, being late becomes you.
Mom has asked about the ham the other day. “Did you like it?”. She doesn’t know I barely visit the refrigerator these days. And even if I did it on a regular basis I couldn’t have finished all the porc she sent. “Yes, the porc is lovely. There is still plenty of it, too.”
Wanking
I have 1,000 faces to hide myself under and they are all the same thing. And taking the pictures of the 1,000 faces is a lot like wanking, after a while, when it’s just a routine and you have other expectations: it’s just a routine and you have other expectations.
I am calm and not missing on any social call. I am learning words like floordrobe and phrases like escape goat. Check them out in the urban dictionary.
I am currently reading Agota Kristof, an older “acquaintance” of mine. I just can’t stop it. Reminds me of the times I was reading under my desk, book on my lap, ready to “loose it” the moment my mom would come to check on me. Instead of homework. Le grand cahier has, for me, a story I am planning to tell you soon.
Difference
Women and men are different, because men will most likely intimidate first and then seduce, while women are more likely to intimidate once they have seduced. Dully noted today.
They
People are getting sick and then better.
People are complaining I am writing about some, but I am not writing about them. Happy now?
People are asking me how come four days have gone by and I have not posted a line. But I had no Internet connection for the past four days.
The obsession with the block of flats
The hole in the wall
Fire in the hole
Water on the wall
My haiku-ish creation goes to bloguette007 who is currently dealing with the ravages of pipes, plumbers and landlords. Courage, my little one. Time erases everything.
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