T0p D0g Reloaded

He writes in a Word file he’s attached to his message to me. The message just calls me. Five times.

“I know I love you when…

1. I keep looking for you in the crowd
2. Every corner I turn, I wish I would bump into you
3. Every time my phone rang I expect it was you
4. I am with friends, but my mind is on you
5. I am hoping you will pop up of no where to surprise me
6. I look at my bed I want you to be there
7. I don’t want anyone else to touch nor kiss me the way you do
8. I crave your touch and your kiss
9. Smile creep onto my face when I think about you
10. I cook for us with love
11. I know this list will continue growing…

I love you baby… my sweets…”

Tags: Jesse, irl by monsoux
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I have learned that my baby’s tiger at this online game bears my name. Independently, my bluetooth is named after him.

Tags: Jesse, happy, pictures soon by monsoux
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I am going to bed and I wish I could take you with me. It would be the best, most beautiful place for us. Now.

I haven’t slept with anybody else and I have not kept anybody else in my arms because I missed you. I have just missed you. I am still missing you. I miss you.

Sometimes I am afraid I am telling you “I love you” like a mantra to protect us from my mistakes and my past loves. But then again, I think I don’t know what a mantra is, so I’ll leave the mantra business at that.

I haven’t said “I love you” to one person so many times in my life. And we have only been together for a couple of months. Every time I say it, it’s true. I am applying my policy of saying “I love you” whenever I feel like saying it and I have not managed to scare you away. Now you will be worried when I stop being so sweet. I love you.

Tags: Barcelona, Jesse, a picture a day, butterflies in the stomach by monsoux
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(I came with this one while analyzing the mold productivity of my fridge and, generally, kitchen.)

Blue cheese has an expiry date!? Common! It’s blue already.  (So I ate it. If this is my last entry, you will know why.)

Tags: Simon says, amused, irl by monsoux
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When you don’t have money you cannot buy anything can buy shit.

Tags: Simon says, down that lane by monsoux
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It calmed down the hysterical traffic and less to none horns could be heard. Cars were like tip-toeing. I was lagging behind, the calmest of all and well tired, taking my time in the heated seat, in the music of the perfect car sound system, with my license plates from not around here. The occasional traffic bully would recklessly speed by. I guess snow doesn’t work on everybody, reminding me of those daddy’s boys, their girlfriends authentically impressed or just scared shitless next to them in the front seat, beginners drivers with an edge cutting sharp through the night and traffic lights. Daddy’s paid for the car, daddy’s gonna pay for the scratch too, unless that scratch is fatal.

Tags: Bucharest, a picture a day, cold, driving everybody crazy since 1974 by monsoux
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She was not a terrorist. She was not a murderer. But she wanted to flee. The money came, showing there are a few good persons still living in this world and freeing me of the nightmarish visions of her two little daughters being sexually abused by their father. And all this time important people in important people were talking about legal concerns showing their respective importance was matching their expertise. Other equally important people were talking about famous people on the wall. None of them has seen her fractured skull, nor her skinny hands around her unusually silent  petite daughters.

Tags: Medias, a picture a day by monsoux
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As seen in the TNB elevator, and as is in a picture I did not take.

Tags: the writing on the wall by monsoux
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I don’t want to waste my life in regrets and reproach. That makes my choice-decision making much easier. I hope it’s not too fast for you, nor too slow for me. I wish we could soon look back and laugh like in one of my favourite quotes “What a misunderstanding!”.

Tags: something by monsoux
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Last night I took Monica to watch another Tabu avant-premiere. I was rofling, the movie is a collection of newsroom stereotypes I know so well. Indeed, many people are Delirious.

Tags: Medias, a picture a day, me at the movies by monsoux
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