3.8.10
1.8.10
Yesterday was good. Very good indeed.
At around one Marte and I made our way to the Farmers' Market, had a stroll through all the annoying Italian tourists and then, when the time had come, we headed to Jimmy Chung's were we met Mario for lunch. I must say I wasn't so impressed by the food & the place in general, but then again, I didn't really care at the time. We then walked along Tollcross and stopped by Ali's Cave where Mario had a 5 minutes long love-story with some HUGE granny knickers. We tried on some shoes on sale. Going deeper into Tollcross, the Cameo's poster sale caught my eye, so went in and had some fun looking through everything.
We did not stop by the Cuckoo's, even though it was right there. We just took a right instead and continued our journey down to Polwarth to pick up some concert tickets and check out the Santangeli boys.
By then we had already spent a surprisingly unexpected amount of time together. Why stop?
Foutainpark was our next stop on this amazing journey. We bought ticket for Toy Story 3, put on our cool glasses, watched, laughed, didn't cry, got out of the screen, pause pipi, sat down, spotted Gainsbourg profile people, screen 13!, sneaked in, admired the beautiful seats, got comfortable and watched without a hint of guilt the awesome new movie that is Gainsgourg. Amazing!
Maybe we got enough of each other, maybe the right moment came, but we parted ways feeling good about this nonesense day.
At around one Marte and I made our way to the Farmers' Market, had a stroll through all the annoying Italian tourists and then, when the time had come, we headed to Jimmy Chung's were we met Mario for lunch. I must say I wasn't so impressed by the food & the place in general, but then again, I didn't really care at the time. We then walked along Tollcross and stopped by Ali's Cave where Mario had a 5 minutes long love-story with some HUGE granny knickers. We tried on some shoes on sale. Going deeper into Tollcross, the Cameo's poster sale caught my eye, so went in and had some fun looking through everything.
We did not stop by the Cuckoo's, even though it was right there. We just took a right instead and continued our journey down to Polwarth to pick up some concert tickets and check out the Santangeli boys.
By then we had already spent a surprisingly unexpected amount of time together. Why stop?
Foutainpark was our next stop on this amazing journey. We bought ticket for Toy Story 3, put on our cool glasses, watched, laughed, didn't cry, got out of the screen, pause pipi, sat down, spotted Gainsbourg profile people, screen 13!, sneaked in, admired the beautiful seats, got comfortable and watched without a hint of guilt the awesome new movie that is Gainsgourg. Amazing!
Maybe we got enough of each other, maybe the right moment came, but we parted ways feeling good about this nonesense day.
31.7.10
Nouveau depart.
Not all so doom and gloom it seems. Not quite as I hoped for either, but someday everything will fall into its right place and we will find a nice balance, some kind of harmony in this fucked up, stupid situation. The sooner, the better, because it's got to be highly worth it.
Sometimes I'm impressed at how brutally honest I can be. Just like I was. Although, I do like it. I believe that nobody owes anything to anyone, except probably honesty. Not always so easy though.
So I guess I'm moving on, trying to make it easier for myself and probably also for my close friends. Minimising collateral damages y'know...
It seems that we are all in such different stages in life that it's just a bit of a challenge to be connected at the same time with the individuals who matter.
Click, click, click. Won't stop just yet I'm afraid...
Faites de beaux reves xx
Sometimes I'm impressed at how brutally honest I can be. Just like I was. Although, I do like it. I believe that nobody owes anything to anyone, except probably honesty. Not always so easy though.
So I guess I'm moving on, trying to make it easier for myself and probably also for my close friends. Minimising collateral damages y'know...
It seems that we are all in such different stages in life that it's just a bit of a challenge to be connected at the same time with the individuals who matter.
Click, click, click. Won't stop just yet I'm afraid...
Faites de beaux reves xx
29.7.10
Life's a bitch and then you die.
La lose, la vraie, celle qui te fait bien regretter les semaines passées. C'est comme etre sur un nuage et d'un jour au lendemain, d'une minute a l'autre, te retrouver sous le nuage. Le nuage te suit. Right on top of your head.
Pas de logique, pas d'honneteté. Move on. Fast. Faster!
Pas si simple. Click, re-click. Rien ne se passe, rien n'a changé depuis les deux dernieres minutes. Click de nouveau. Une heure, deux heures plus tard: toujours rien. 'Won't be back.
Click, click, click.... Click. Mip.
Pas de logique, pas d'honneteté. Move on. Fast. Faster!
Pas si simple. Click, re-click. Rien ne se passe, rien n'a changé depuis les deux dernieres minutes. Click de nouveau. Une heure, deux heures plus tard: toujours rien. 'Won't be back.
Click, click, click.... Click. Mip.
27.7.10
26.7.10
La lose (bis)
Damn it. This is turning out to be a shitty evening. A super ratty evening. Karo I miss you!
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