It’s cold, my nose is dry. A text woke me at five something. It was a thank you reply to a message I’ve sent sometime yesterday. Plus somebody’s birthday, which was yesterday, sends me into the past right now. Only on the screen of my PDA. I have hardly done any of the work I had planned to complete over the weekend. Have I mentioned it’s cold?
I am going to make war. A war of socks. It’s going to be more like a civil war. Many old socks will be burned, after summary closed door trials.
Two persons, someone who knows me very well and someone who doesn’t even know me, told me they could see “our love”. I somehow I think that is the ultimate compliment. Also I think I am lucky.
(Based on a picture by Hoesch Design)
Lately I have this scary reflex to reward myself. OK, spoil myself. Somebody stop me before I become broke again.
Today was buying-presents-day for: birthdays, imminent departure and me.
May I ask where is the switch off for the things coming my way, workwise? Capacity exceeded. Progress zero.
Apparently I will call Mr. Right Mr. Talk To You Tomorrow and it will be a hello, how are you, no reproaches call. ‘Cause so says my adviser in the matter of the hearts.
If you don’t pull your shit together soon, I will move on. I need (your) attention and I am not afraid to use it.
I hate that you might be doing good, and that you do it without me.
Learning that an eighteen year old has crush on me has made me smile. Learning it from her mother has made me smile politely.
I don’t write for comments or critics, unless they are good (to me).
I got this as a present. I think I totally deserve it. Besides, it was about the only good thing to top the nasty past three days.
I wanted to write about the morning carnage, apparently the word has to do with driving your car through the city! beautiful light, going against the trend, frustration, diamond earrings, feeling cool, flirting with waitresses, picking up gay boys in straight clubs, and the usual hangover. Instead I’ll just say I have actually felt the music last night. I am not impressed with Kristal’s flora, fauna and decorations, but Andy Fletcher was not bad. Not bad at all. Oh, and my boss scolded me for my use of Past Simple, Present Perfect and Past Perfect. Oh, well.
Or like a flower on the wall. Slept like a stone, after laughing a bit hysterically I admit, but the guys are absolutely OK, which is very much in my book. Depression or lack of thereof could not prevent me from eating (like) a pig. Went to bed at four. My mouth ulcerations are almost gone. So, welcome back, dear milk in my morning coffee. Soundtrack for the day is Marilyn Manson’s Eat Me, Drink Me. Can it get more appropriate than this?! Lassie’s victory over Flipper, 20 votes (57%) to 15 (42%), in last week’s poll, now makes complete sense. Stay tuned, will keep you posted.
My mouth is one thousand little ulcerations. Playing tag. Had to apologize for that. Scream at the available one. Call to make it right. Cannot make it right. Seat on the brink of depression. Contemplate yearly health evaluation. Road to the airport. Visit to the ER. Muse concert and Feeling Good from Origin of Symmetry. Set the night on fire. Literally, like electric, fire brigade and all. Read in reverse.
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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.
If you want to get under my skin, here is how you can do it: star in an internationally awarded movie, invite me to the premiere, seat me front row next to an incredibly sexy hottie. I know, the last one was a bit redundant. You can say all that again. Any ideas as to what I am talking about?
This blogger is taking
another break.
But before that, if you are gay, Romanian, probably out, or just willing to give your account of the gay life, learn that an American friend of mine is producing a documentary. Would you be available for an interview, just send me a message at monsoux at gmail dot com.
Until the next time.
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