Chatty, smart, gregarious, freshly settled in the big city, opinionated, could easily get on the interlocutor’s toes. Me, seven years ago. Oddly he has the age I had when I arrived. Also thinking that everything has to do with him, like I used to. Hence my tired smile, he though was an enigmatic but superior manifestation. Which was not the case. I was just hot from the scorcher and tired and looking back at how I used to be.
When you’re born you’re zero years old. Then you turn one year old. Therefore the birthday celebrates the year that has passed, not the one that’s coming. Maybe this is, sometime, the annoying thing with birthdays. They measure what’s gone. In other words I have been 34 the entire year behind me. I didn’t have a problem with 33, 30 was fine. At 25 I took pride in being a quarter of a century into the world. So what do I make of 34? Maybe like they do in buildings and planes, when they skip 13. 34 can be my 13. By the way, I don’t have a problem with 13. So, it’s settled then. I am going on 35.
I am writing about this because I had the worse sleep last night, hot flashes and all. For the first time I have heard my neighbour’s bed screeching. How awkward is that?! And pretty much all the noises going around in my block of flats. Veve’s called just as I managed to fall asleep, and the ring scared the living light out of me. She was having a beer in my honour. Thank you 
Plus the spoilers. It looks like a lot of people were afraid to miss my birthday and I kept receiving happy birthday wishes in advance. Oh well, I will try to live deal with it.
As for my new life, I have set my alarm for seven and woke up at six. A.M. Without it. Is that a sign or what?
In other news, the best present has just woke up and kissed me. I am happy.
The regular: Oh, my dear, what a gorgeous scarf! Splendid!
The master of BS: Correction! You wanted to say “How well that gorgeous scarf goes with you, my dear!”
I am re-evaluating PR techniques these days.
The new me is pretty similar to the old me: new boyfriend, new car, new project, limited income, unlimited spending powers. A sort of private super antihero.
Three times I have been told they like my writing. And I am sucker for messages
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.
Stardom is when you do whatever it is that you do and you get paid more than what people are paying to see whatever it is that you do.
That being said, I am definitely a star (not!). The thing is I am going to be dancing on a stage for an audience. As you might already know, I don’t usually do this for a living. But it is an experience. It is called 100% Dance, and it happens this Thursday, starting 10 PM at CNDB. See me there.
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