I know we’ll be OK, but I want us to be OK together.
I know I love you when I find it difficult to hang up even if there is nothing left to say for the moment. Have you too noticed how it takes us longer to say our goodbyes?
The weather is wonderful, in reversed proportion with my appetite for work. Or number of tasks. What to be done still remains to be seen.
I have spent a while until I decided upon this picture, that goes with the quote above. I am hiding behind Maggie’s and my own words.
What has the Japanese car taught me? “Patience, we don’t want you to scratch me now.” What? I talk to my car, doesn’t everybody?
LATER EDIT: The car is scratched. Oh well.
Thus has Luiza spoken just days before being fired. Quite ironically, I should say. It was not another case of student over master, nor was it about wanking. Me thinks this is a sweet movie about love and acceptance, about truly being yourself no matter the surroundings and coming out, about how it is up to us to make it vulgar or sublime.
So, are your hidden gifts, pretty much like Irina’s softness, a curse or a blessing?
Note that
the movie has zero gay content and no nudity, but the prude better choose watching, say,
27 Dresses.
LATER EDIT: Talking about the movie I have remembered there are of course some exotic dancers. Also, I have suspected Marianne Faithfull used to be a beautiful young woman, but not like this.
The regular: Oh, my dear, what a gorgeous scarf! Splendid!
The master of BS: Correction! You wanted to say “How well that gorgeous scarf goes with you, my dear!”
I am re-evaluating PR techniques these days.
Facing the month to follow without you is like facing starvation smilingly. I don’t really have a choice, and it’s not like I have a place where I can steal some bread. Waking up without you by my side is one of the most difficult things. Well, at least the bed is large enough to roll from one side to the other without anybody getting in the way, though I wish that could be you. Spring is here, you are not.
Yesterday my mental soundtrack was The Lady is a Tramp performed by surprising, to me, Queen Latifah. Other extremely pleasant surprises are Lizz Wright and Ledisi. I am not going to call k.d. lang, Diana Krall, Natalie Cole or Stevie Wonder surprises, although I like a lot their performance on this all-star vocal tribute to Ella Fitzgerald.
More recently the spam that I get insults my intelligence. For example, the one titled “Your academic qualification expired” and followed by a US telephone number.
“Bachelors, Masters and PhD’s available in your field!
Obtain degrees from Prestigious non-accredited Universities based on you life experience.”
I have so far experienced three main stages of missing my baby:
- “I’ll see you soon” drunken elation
- optimistic day by day “I love you”
- “Wish you were here” horny agony
When I did what I did I had feared the process and ignored the consequences I am now reminded are without fail more ferocius. When one is already way in one’s thirties, one should trust common sense more and vanity less.
You are probably wondering what the heck is he talking again. Oh, well, I had my back waxed. Before too soon I was happy on my way, I had not reached my pain threshold and had my back as smooth as linoleum, ready for the cuddling weekend with my baby. But, damn those buttbabies making, since I am not living in a nudist colony I had to wear clothes. Despite calming balm and cotton t-shirts without inside labels… remember that Sex and City episode? it’s me! My back looks like a stellar map, only red. I have until Friday to make it go away. Oh, where is the Fairy Godmother when you need her him?
As for you kids, there is a life lesson in every waxing you take. You don’t believe me? then go read paragraph one again. Now, go play and be merry.
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