My glass is so full I cannot move it, and I cannot afford to spill it now.
I got this ideea that we are somebody's project, and up to a point it is so.
I am waiting for email messages. This is becoming an addiction.
I am avid for stories, though I can't get mine straight.
Looking for a new cool. Therapy-like, you want to look cool when you are not. Otherwise, when you are really cool you don't really care. So...
Betrayal seems to be embeded. In love one is the last to know.
Once I have watched "City of God" in particular circumstances. These ones now remind me of that time strongly.
I would like to write a novel. Words are building up inside. I have a dozen of beginnings I "wrote" in the tub. I don't "write" on the loo. I shit quicly, but take long showers.
Thans God for Colombian coffee. I couldn't make it through the rain season. Is so cold and wet. General state: depression.
On top of things Ricky Martin has a new release.
I took pictures of myself yesterday. A spare body, anybody? I need to do something before it's too late. Speaking of which I am late again.
I will try to see Llosa today since he is in Bucharest.
2 comments:
eu l-am pierdut pe jonathan coe anul trecut,cred, nu mai tin minte daca la bucuresti sau la neptun. pe martin page, anul asta, la bucuresti. pe llosa, tot anul asta, tot la bucuresti. eu am pierdut multe dimineti, being in a state-of-despression. si acum imi pare rau. and i should stop smoking. find some magic in my life.
cum s-a purtat domnul llosa la romexpo?
Habar nu am, fiindca nu am mai ajuns, ploua si eram deprimat, multumesc.
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