can’t wait.
me: today is the first day of … ?
my 10-year-old english student: love.
just tried to lower the volume of my tv by lowering the volume on my laptop. no, they are not connected. yesterday night was fun though.
yesterday i went to a balkan party. it always strikes me how all the men there smell like strawberries and apples married and had baby tangerines in a pool of honey. man, we danced. and now my legs hurt.
magic.
what’s in a date? i have this problem with numbers in general. i can’t remember them, mainly because of a childhood trauma, but it must also be that they mean nothing to me. and consequently dates. i am lost without my reminders, be it in my mobile or notebook. lost. especially because of the nature of my job. deadlines define my days and weeks and months. i remember the day my then boyfriend gave me a gift as we were walking the busy streets. i gave him my what,why?-look. all i remember is his sad eyes. it was our first anniversary. and i forgot about it for the next six happiest years of my life too. eventually, so did he.
happy birthday, uncle j.
another sunday. i never liked sundays. such a sad day.
