Wish
This coffee I am having is not giving me more guts for the day ahead. Not even more time. Actually it’s giving me less time. However I am lingering around the cup like there is no tomorrow.
Entries Tagged as 'hanging in loose'
Cleaning up
I don’t trust a cleaning lady to put order in my life. Because this is how any major cleaning of the house seems to me. There is one event like this every now and then when the seasons change. The latest spring cleaning revealed to me how I owe you the use of stripe socks. Before you my socks were being unicolour, mostly black. I was again tempted to put your things in a box. This time for practical reasons, they are taking up space. But there was no time. Space per time equals momentum, so I guess I am gathering practical momentum. It was also a good time to review my acquisition policy when it comes to music. And books. At least I listen to the music I buy. But that’s a side note. When I am older I’ll probably be better abled to read, although medical statistics contradict me. What else? I made plans to artistically use all these paper scraps I have been piling up. I have also decided to raid my clothes and give away everything I have not worn at least once in the past two years. Problem with this one is my memory is tricky when it comes to parting with once endeared items. I lag and linger. I have also observed I have gathered an impressive amount of dry-cleaners hangers and silver items. I want to buy new roller-blades, these ones are ten year old. Maybe they can go to the roller-blading museum?
PR peer education
The most important thing I have learned from one of my PR colleagues is to piss in the water of the toilet. It may as well make a louder noise, but at least it won’t splatter by far as much. And if you are concerned about what others might think, they already know what you are doing in there, and rather hear it than clean after the job is done.
Elogy to eulogy
I suck at saying goodbye. That is a fact. I have been sucking at this for almost one year now. I am not done chewing that yet.
Today it was not only the alternator belt that snapped, broke and was fixed en route from Cioranca to Antwerp. It took you four calls to decide there is nothing left to be said. “At ease, soldier! And don’t be a stranger…” I probably need more time. And still, the reverb inside me was like the flat line on the heart monitor: none, no reverb.
It took us ten months to accept what some of the others probably knew the next moment you got on that train. You called now so that we could mutually agree upon the diagnosis: rigor mortis. I concurred.
This end is both a failure and a new beginning. Raising from the turmoil, the question. Will I ever again be able to love as much?
Internet love (and hate)
I am definitely addicted to love. Being the attention whore that I am, Internet provides me with a fair share of love and affection. Yeap, Internet is thus an addiction in itself. Getting the fix, only makes me scream for more. So, what has lovingly happened over the web to generate the rambling above?
Somebody has bought two dot coms for me.
The bitch on duty has decided I am a solar kid, and the bleak template you are currently following is not me. Unfortunately, health issues have kept the terrorist on duty and his said mother confined to a bed in the infectious disease hospital. I’d like to take this opportunity to convey my get well wishes. The template is awaiting, bitch 
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I have received
the ultimate compliment “extra-witty dude; check out his blogroll too; note to self: unrecommended, if already 1 am, we need to wake up in the morning and the coffee is not strong enough” and the cutest name in
Faking life: Monosoux. To set the record straight (ooops, sorry kids, could not find any gay phrase!) I am also Dualsoux, and occasionally Multisoux. What can I say, it comes naturally when you are a Gemini.
To stick with the loving, I am honoured to star in this post and Gramos’ fantasies, I suspect in an intellectual kinda way. Guys, I have not forgotten my promise, just not doing well on time.
For the love’n'hate part, my beloved bloguette complains here I am not picking up my phone, but I did. Also an email exchange with Andressa about gay blogroll love not returned. Well, Simon’s final say on this matter is “When I don’t ask for love it doesn’t mean I don’t need it, it means I want it without having to ask for it”. I know, Simon doesn’t seem to be much of a problem solver. I guess I’ll just have that program management talk with him, the one I have been postponing, read avoiding.
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One of the writing techniques they taught us back in school was the continuous flow. Here goes. I assume it’s going to look more like a labels list, than anything else. And it’s only half continuous, as I am doing other stuff too. Films, many movies, My Own Private Idaho, half way through The Incredible watched for the second time, the latest Harry Potter in the theater, old movies, neighborhood movies, no books, A Long Way down taking a long way to be finished, vodka and black berry, you can make it strong, you can drink a lot, vodka takes longer to get out of your body, I am waking up tomorrow at six, I have not prepared anything for my meetings.
Back to regular editing, minutes after. The biggest modern day frustration arises when making the wrong choices and no back up plan actually works. Like when you have n suitors; you will plan something with the most desirable, but when something comes up you will go to the next down the line and so on. Frustration is when get to the end of that line and still no date. That is a plain example of life is a bitch, then you die.
Sexual threat. Not!
The problem with the word homosexual is it contains sex in it, making it perceivable as a constant sexual threat too. Sex is acceptable, but no one wants to have it at all times in the face. I kinda hope I have managed to explain my thoughts, finally, on camera, during the second interview I had for this documentary on gay life in nowadays Romania some of my American friends are currently shooting.
A threat is a threat is a threat, all the more reason for non-combatant me to be very careful in revealing my crushes for straight guys. Oh, yes, these existed, what did you thinK? And no, I don’t have a crush on every guy, straight or gay, rest assured. Although I am sure, as always, there are a couple of people I know, they would advise otherwise… Well, my back muscle hurts so bad I cannot make it out of the house for the moment, so what better past time than blogging and thinking about guys I have spotted recently?!
Shopping spree
Yeah, Budapest is really bad for my credit card. Sales, again. Where better to blog about this than West End City mall? With Hungarian keyboard. I am almost ready to go out tonight.
Regards to everybody and I’ll be back in no time.
Don’t be strange, the fruit is yours for the picking!
Yeah, don’t you miss it on Sunday at 7 pm. See you there!
LATER EDIT: By a strange play of faith, I have managed to take pictures from the second half of the first performance, because I was late, and of the first half during the second performance, because I was out of memory space. You can tell the light and perspectives are different for each of the two performances. Furthermore, I have uploaded the second batch in reverse. So what you see takes you back to the “beginning”. Because it’s not over until the fat lady sings and there was none!
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