Thank you, for dancing! Of course you though you were all by yourself, but I was walking behind you. I was for sure not listening to the same tune, but you raising your hands up in the air concert-like made me feel more entitled to feel happy for my own piece of good news.
This is the kind of underwear, shop window and city I’d like.
Last night I was hysterically laughing at the sound of a vacuum cleaner. So little seems to be required here in terms of minding one’s business.
When I was sending out the invitations, yesterday! it was pouring down from the sky. My faith in weather predictions made everything possible. Thank you, thank you 
Some pretty amazing things have found me.
First, some time ago, my former boss, who every once in blue moon sends randomly significant things to me, has sent me this. Read it, it’s a brilliant account, a piece published by The Huffington Post and tagged Gay Families, Gay Marriage, Gestational Surrogacy, Living, Prop 8, Twins, Living News. I wanted to write about it, but being where I am workwise I will now settle for this very brief mention.
Pretty much in the same line of business, a long-awaited initiative, that I like because it’s serious and decent comes from two friends you can also find in my blogroll. I am jealous. Good jealous. (Guys, let me know if I can help.)
These being said, I am hitting the shower and my neighbours being crass - apparently they have either stopped flushing, because of water costs I assume, or someone has died in their bathroom, repeatedly.
I am here, with my laptop in my lap. He is here, laptop in his lap. I am listening to surround music. He is watching a TV series, noise absorbent headphones on his ears. And we’re coordinating going out to eat Chinese over the chat.
Otherwise how would we judge the good times?
Accidentally my soundtrack is Amanda Lear’s I Am a Photograph: “I am better than the real thing!”
First of all, I am getting a that new job. Almost like in Christmas getting it. It’s starting to dawn on me. Yeap. I’m getting it.
Secondly, my external WD harddisk, otherwise Apple ready mind you, has started to work! For no reason. Just like that. It’s been like totally invisible until now, for the past months. My boyfriend has simply plugged it in, after I noticed earlier that we have similar hardware (hey! There is no pun! None. Whatsoever!). I am almost afraid to unplug it now. What if it decides to stop working? It’s been a while and several trial-and-error, but mostly error, as i was saying. Well, he, my boyfriend, says he just plugged it in. I ask: is there a certain way, like a ritual, he performed? Let me quickly post a picture to prove my joy and I’ll keep you posted if it works tomorrow as well. Certain friends might want to remember trying to convince it to work. That was the last time we were all gathered around my Mac like it was the camp fire.
Let the Chateau Teleky-Villany Merlot-Pinot Noir pour! For the second day! Oh, I have to replenish my wine stock. The wonderful things!
My every muscle group hurts so much, I have decided I deserve to treat myself.
Meanwhile, back at the farm , you can have a look at the highlights from my playlist.
Sam Roberts, Brother Down
Gare Du Nord, Pablo’s Blues
Holmes Ives, Lacrimas Negras
Lemon Jelly, Kneel before Your God
Kelley Polar, Entropy Reigns
Yelle, Amour du Sol
Chromeo, Momma’s Boy
There is nothing like the sun in your windows after love making.
There is nothing like breakfast and a pot of coffee made with love. And lunch. And dinner. You know, like regular meals.
There is nothing like checking your Internet vitals in the smell of chocholate cake from the owen.
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