Wearing glasses indoor, feeling and looking like Stevie Wonder

Today belladonna has messed my plans. I am kinda enjoying this.

Where does love go?

Where does all that love go? Does love go to love heaven when love dies?

Everything back to normal

I mean, traffic is back in town. You know it when ... leave your car at five minute walking (I am a fast paced walker)... some hysterical jack finds the horn while waiting at the traffic light... you find it normal to find yourself stopped in the middle of the crossroad... you called Vava last week and she still has not returned the call.

Relativity of beauty ("Time destroys everything")

I am not going to tell you anything about the stuck in the eighties and not making a comeback concert the bloguette took me to the other day. It's nice to get out of the house, actually the office. Apparently the performer has stopped doing so for the past three decades.

The bloguette also made it into a habit of taking me places. Apparently people in front of us merely chage the seats and hall.

Yesterday, she bought tickets to Irreversible. Which I still have to return to him on CD.

Again I won't tell you how I have cringed in my seat the whole duration of the movie. How bad everything starts, and how nicely it ends. Or was it the other way around? I am still dizzy and it's not from the hypnotic whirling montage.