La lose (bis)

Damn it. This is turning out to be a shitty evening. A super ratty evening. Karo I miss you!

Adolescent heart

Fuck, this is gonna be a goood day, and I know it for FACT. And you know why?
Because somehow someone on this ill planet has had the kindness to offer me his bathtub. Someone kind and understanding -and also friggin awesome! KIMBO!!
Oh I'm excited! First bath in a YEAR. At some point I just stopped hoping! But believe it or not, Kim came along and saw how much of a big deal this bath was. So I'm going ALL THE WAY to Inverleith, taking the bus on a sunday, carrying my towels and others bath accessories with me. But Man, this has to be worth it! A real bath with HOT HOT HOT water, steam, bubbles, music, and... wait for it... a Veggie meal at the end! Yeah because... Kim had to entertain herself while I fully enjoy myself, therefore she so kindly offered to cook us a veggie meal for when I come out of my bath! I must have done something right! Don't ask what, but I know that today, I'm blessed!

My friend Sabrina's asked me to paint her two paintings for her new flat. One for her bedroom and one for her living room. We agreed she would let me do what I do best for the living room. Something black and white or with colour blocks. Something graphic, structured, pop, fun. Something I would definitely enjoy painting.
But for the second one, the one for her bedroom she had something very precise in mind. An Hawaiian flower. Yes. An Hawaiian flower. Bloody hell!

So. I thought I'm just gonna have to figure out something bacause I can't just be painting a freaking Hawaiian flower with some leafs, nice colours, tah dah!!!! No. I started thinking of how I could change this project into an exciting thing. Also something that I could relate to, feel close to. Because after all it's not like I sell paintings for a living or anything. I still need to do enjoy it and be proud of it.

And there it was. I found a picture on my beloved website and I thought that's the one! Im just gonna change it and customize it to my dear Swiss friend and I hooope she'll like it. If not I'll keep it. Even with the Hawaiian flowers.

La lose.

For once I'm back from the Cuckoo's Nest and upset. I'm upset because APPARENTLY it's not ok to have a few drinks, switch to orange juice for the last one and then decide to go home when it's no earlier than midnight.
What the fuck? Does it really come down to this? Are we teenagers still in need to prove ourselves to our friends. I want to go home: I go home. I dont want to get absolutely shitfaced drunk tonight. FINE.

Barnaby ended up by strongly approving. I'm relieved and a bit calmer now.

Tomorrow's program will be painting, sun, more painting, walk, painting, pampering, drawing and probably Frederick will join me before I go to bed for an enjoyable reading session. Also, if I could I would have a burning hot bath for about an hour, listening to awesome music and reading ELLE... But not happening since I'm one of these miserable people who don't have a bath tub. Bummer.

Good times.

Maybe I should moan about something. Maybe the weather? Work? An untidy bedroom (yes, it does affect my mood)... No holidays, running out of money...
Nahh.. Why would I bother when these are actually good times!

Tonight we went to meet Kim at the Cuckoo's. I respected my own deal and ordered a Hendricks. No cider. No beer. We started off my a good card game. I arrived second (out of three) many times and we followed up this very enjoyable bit of entertainment by some random talk with Toby. Sex, sex with the Eiffel tower, sex shops, porn websites, inflatable dolls.... Don't ask! Anyway, very enjoyable evening indeed.

Yesss! Tomorrow Friday, which means week end, which hopefully means good weather which means Meadows! I've been wanting to go to the Meadows, walk and lay in the sun for so long now.

Only three weeks to go until Marte moves out. Good times too. We will be able to be apart. At last. It's only to find each other again a month later or so... But at least it will be good to just go our own way. Being alone doesn't necessarily means being lonely.

Night night xx