Entries Tagged as 'mixing like crazy'

I just know

All these people have expectations I don’t want to fulfill anymore.

I am playing god. Since when can I decide somebody is not worthy of being helped, just because they are stupid?

Why am I being nice with people that are being nice? Why am I not simply nice?

In more worldly terms, call me stupid, but I have just performed a variation of a previous mistake. Yeap, the first time it’s a mistake, the second one is being stupid.

I have lost something. I have lost interest. Even the stats are not telling me otherwise.

Where has sexy gone? Hello! It never left, it was always with husband and daddy Brad Pitt. I have missed Meet Joe Black on DVD, but I have seenĀ  Kung Fu Panda and Hancock.

I have

I have worked until past eleven in the night, dropped the flower pot, taken the wine, parked the car in tight spot, organized my mail, backed-up my now “late laptop”, gone to bed early in the morning, figured how to set my mail client and re-size and retouch pictures. I give you the new MacMe.

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Can my new Mac do things for me?

Like instead of me? Like call Romer!can. Like write a post on how outraged I am about the lack of promotion for GayFest (that starts tomorrow). Like ask Mazi why she switched her blog to private. Like how much I enjoy listening to Kenneth Bager.

I am overwhelmed. I have also had an almost near death allergy situation this morning. Send me your money and good wishes. Thank you.

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LATER EDIT: The ill repute Windows/Picasa habits die hard. I am still fighting, but it’s both frustrating and funny to post a picture the size of the above. I promise to get better real soon.


Odd

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?

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Associations

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)

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Bling-bling


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.

Fair warning


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.

Muffin gurls and pump-up guys


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.

Facts of life like a nuke on the wall


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.

"You’ve created a character who’s deserted you"


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.