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you can't bring me down
Aug. 23rd, 2001 05:24 pmgot a letter from Lorien. read it on my way to work. she's fine in some ways, miserable in others. I wish I could be there, in her immediate vicinity. I'm definitely going to reply asap.
Kari phoned me. turned out she was working on a letter for me as well. she needed some technical help, so I stayed on the line for quite some time. nice. in return for my help she invited me to her wedding. ;-)
it feels so good to be able to be somebody to somebody. kind of like a reversed psychopath who gets his kicks from helping instead of hurting. I know that's what in the end came between Cassii and me... I thought I knew how to help her, and she just couldn't take it, the dear freedom loving independent girl.
"most girls are stupid. we regularly go for the bad boys over the good." --Cassii
the promiscuity of BadCop comes as no surprise. :-)
my desk editor's invitation to the New Circus turned out to be too much for her slowly-recovering drunken nerves, so I got to bring a guest instead. Callie. splendidly original rendition of the Ring themes in Wayland's Saga. aerial acrobats, self-mutilating performers, dancers and balancing artists. great show, even if the compiling of the elements themselves appeared a bit artificially executed at times. very strange jazz-type music, too. cool.
and she was so cuddly. as always. the way she eyed me while she bit her lower lip. cute like a ten year old in deep, joyous concentration or anticipation. and moments after she lit a cig, exhaling the smoke using the very same lower lip. tough like a 140-kg denim dressed biker butch. a very fascinating girl indeed.
didn't return with Callie this time, she had an important appointment early in the morning. just as well. I was planning on going home and getting my chores done big time.
so I played Diablo tonight again. to 03 in the morning. again. my good habits are slipping after that single breakfast two days ago. boss asked me if I had eaten breakfast today, and I was forced to answer in the negative.
damn. I ate a chicken shawarma around midnight, didn't I? oh wait, that was actually dinner.
I'm not making much progress, apparently.
I think the first thing I need to invest in is one badass alarm clock. the morning news just don't cut it, I snooze off again all too often. next, I need to exert a lot more discipline on my puny ass to get me to sleep earlier. then, I need to clean my fridge and buy regular food so that I can actually prepare breakfast in the morning. why not start today? for fuck's sake, I need to leave here soon. out to start a new and better life.
and stop doing anything but my scheduled tasks. =P
Kari phoned me. turned out she was working on a letter for me as well. she needed some technical help, so I stayed on the line for quite some time. nice. in return for my help she invited me to her wedding. ;-)
it feels so good to be able to be somebody to somebody. kind of like a reversed psychopath who gets his kicks from helping instead of hurting. I know that's what in the end came between Cassii and me... I thought I knew how to help her, and she just couldn't take it, the dear freedom loving independent girl.
"most girls are stupid. we regularly go for the bad boys over the good." --Cassii
the promiscuity of BadCop comes as no surprise. :-)
"If I were God I'd get a bunch of slaves to do everything
Norwegian lesbians that feed me grapes and know how to sing"--Jimmy Pop, Hell Yeah
my desk editor's invitation to the New Circus turned out to be too much for her slowly-recovering drunken nerves, so I got to bring a guest instead. Callie. splendidly original rendition of the Ring themes in Wayland's Saga. aerial acrobats, self-mutilating performers, dancers and balancing artists. great show, even if the compiling of the elements themselves appeared a bit artificially executed at times. very strange jazz-type music, too. cool.
and she was so cuddly. as always. the way she eyed me while she bit her lower lip. cute like a ten year old in deep, joyous concentration or anticipation. and moments after she lit a cig, exhaling the smoke using the very same lower lip. tough like a 140-kg denim dressed biker butch. a very fascinating girl indeed.
didn't return with Callie this time, she had an important appointment early in the morning. just as well. I was planning on going home and getting my chores done big time.
so I played Diablo tonight again. to 03 in the morning. again. my good habits are slipping after that single breakfast two days ago. boss asked me if I had eaten breakfast today, and I was forced to answer in the negative.
damn. I ate a chicken shawarma around midnight, didn't I? oh wait, that was actually dinner.
I'm not making much progress, apparently.
I think the first thing I need to invest in is one badass alarm clock. the morning news just don't cut it, I snooze off again all too often. next, I need to exert a lot more discipline on my puny ass to get me to sleep earlier. then, I need to clean my fridge and buy regular food so that I can actually prepare breakfast in the morning. why not start today? for fuck's sake, I need to leave here soon. out to start a new and better life.
and stop doing anything but my scheduled tasks. =P
