you know... I just drank half a litre of Coca-Cola to stay awake agter 00.00, but I'm in the tram going back home after knowing that our first after hours date is cancelled. I look at the world that stay exactly the same as half an hour ago and amazed I perceive how can my mood change abruptly in front of such an insignificant last hour change. It's true that the fact that I just drank half a litre of cola will keep me awake for a couple or 3 hours from now on, so probably I'll have some time do spend at home at times that normally my body would be sleeping. But I always like to use that moments when I feel lost in time to create. My sensibility, extremely close to my skin, is now active and passionate. That soft spanks from life just initiate a chain: dissapointment, frustration, acceptance, relativeness, relax, and...(now i'm already in mercatorplein starting to feel the relaxation)...and let's see what will happen at home in less half an hour. Probably some pro lesbian revolutionary gendered conversation sustained by Clara, a moment of glory with Koldo's new drag, an old frustrated woman that works in a small supermarket in a village, but always wanted to move to the big City and sing in the karaoke, or maybe Maria will recieve me with an amazing high caloric dish with pork, embutido, beef, chicken and cheese all together...that would be great. But for sure she would throw me a knife that is in reality a comment, followed by an amazing hug as a present as if nothing would have happened.
They are lovely and everything is just great. I'm just a bit curious for what could have been, horny like hell and just still a bit frustrated. I will also don't have a new mattress for my room because I decided to cancel the appointment tomorrow morning to pick it up, expecting to have a wild intimate night. Fucking expectations
Where do u expect to have it fucking bastard??You definitely need that matress!!
ReplyDeletep.d: Stop to sleep on the living room mather fucker!