Rien ne changera

It's probably true.

Quote #23

"No amount of time can erase the memory of a good cat, and no amount of masking tape can ever totally remove his fur from your couch."

Leo Dworken

The Big Theory of Eating Meat

A dear and up until recently vegetarian friend of mine has this theory that one needs to either eat meat or have sex on a regular basis to avoid going completely Khazooboiiing (yes this is a word). Having had in recent months less and less opportunity to feast on dead animals, I think she might be right.

Boy am I frustrated.

Falling and falling

Often though not so very often before I have sung the praise of Wikihow, I may feel compelled to do so a lot more in the future if they keep giving the advice I have needed for so long, have been provided with by close friends but have up until now refused to listen to.

All by myself

Mooshy innit?



When I was young
I never needed anyone
And making love was just for fun
Those days are gone

Livin' alone
I think of all the friends I've known
When I dial the telephone
Nobody's home


All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore

Hard to be sure
Sometimes I feel so insecure
And loves so distant and obscure
Remains the cure

All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
All by myself
Don't wanna live
All by myself
Anymore

When I was young
I never needed anyone
Making love was just for fun
Those days are gone

All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
All by myself
Don't wanna live
Oh
Don't wanna live
By myself, by myself
Anymore
By myself
Anymore
Oh
All by myself
Don't wanna live
I never, never, never
Needed anyone

Don't even think of using your right hand

Warning: Masturbating may have serious effects. Oh hell just click the bloody link, will you!

Birthday Wishlist

I spent most of yesterday wondering whether it was really so hard to see that sometimes all one needs is a hug. In view of that here's a list of what I want come september 18.

• pair of kisses
• 1 cuddly hug
• 1 marriage proposal
• throwing axe
• 10-week course in throwing axes
• 2 bottles of medicin against heartache
• some courage to confide a secret

A Whole Nude World

I just had to post it, sit it out and you'll know I'm right.

Let me eat cake

You Are a Red Velvet Cake

Rich, decadent, and sensual. You have a deep appeal that transcends all trends. You are the definition of passion: intense, adventurous, and seductive.

What Kind of Cake Are You?

Cuddly

I don't know what it is. I should be panicking. I should be stressing. I should be sad. Knowing the dynamics of my life I should be in tears, but none of that I feel sort of happy and also the unfightable distinctive urge to cuddle.

Click Click

Urgent or not so urgent newsflash: my photo blog Clickety is now also to be reached via Verve Earth. Check for yourself what it is they do, I'm too lazy to explain.

Quotes #19, #20, #21 and #22

Yes it's that time of the year again.

"To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides."

David Viscott, How to Live with Another Person, 1974

"There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love."

Christopher Morley
US author & journalist (1890 - 1957)

"If you have it [Love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have."

Sir James M. Barrie

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments: love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds."

William Shakespeare, Sonnet cxvi

You HAVEN'T got mail

Frustated and tired as I was from studying and tidyind and telling men what to do (the last bit I'm just kidding, I love telling men what to do) I became even more frustrated when I picked up the mail. Three contracts and a bus license renewal reminder, not exactly ringing my bell, but just the same it reminded me that I haven't gotten a letter in months. And there is very little that I like less than not being written to. Causing e to become even more frustrated, naturally I planned a little blogpost on how everyone that even from afar considers me to be his/her friend has the moral obligation to send me letters detailing on my perfections. However as my number three favourite house mate promised I would find a rune-inscribed slip of parchment on my doorstep tomorrow, it may not be neccesary.

Getting Invites

Everyone with a FaceBook account knows of the horror called 'invite your friends'. This is not the sort of invite I am waiting for. Au contraire. This weekend, desperate for a dinner invite from a -preferably cute- young man, I bought a new top (deep emerald green silk) and new slippers ( matching green), so that should the unthinkable happen at least I need not worry what to wear. So fond however I have grown of the image that I sort of co-erce young men into inviting me. To my surprise the answer was not all shock and rejection.Let's see where it leads, shall we?!

No drive

Hereabouts I found the following. It need not be said, I fully agree.

Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.

Dream on

It doesn't really matter what I plan or want or hope for myself. Fate or random bad luck or my expertise at screwing up, but it always goes wrong, I don't even manage to order the right things in bars, let alone organising my life. Well don't feel sorry, don't pat me on the back, don't ask. relatively soon I'l be well enough to pass for normal.

Edit: but normal or melancholic, I really should make more of a habit out of spell checks.

Mutter

I know there's already a youtube clip featuring Rammstein on this page but, it's mother's day. And I couldn't think of any song about mothers that I like better, even though my mother will hate it. That's probably the reason I never gave her the address of this blog.

Quote #18

"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."

Oscar Wilde

Emile

Our newest house mate. Until there arises more certainty on it's gender his/her name is Emile. And envy moi until forever.(S)He is übercute as this picture may prove.

Yesterday

Wake up, have nice conversation about hobbit cooking, drink tea, wave at beloved sister, walk to university, join election commitee for the validation of the student's club board I am now part of next's members, lullop on facebook, check mail, lullop on facebook a little more, go grocery shopping fix vegetables for BBQ, BBQ, be given massage oil, massage, swan song cantus*, enjoying summer eveninglike vibe at the central stairs of your faculty, massage some more, stop yourself one inch short of falling in love**, misdirect a stranger, walk home along the river crisscrossing your -for the time being- favourite place on earth, sip a cup of tea before going to bed, read the morning papers and fall asleep knowing your actually maybe very much already on the path of losing yourself and your heart again**.

Yesterday my troubles really really really seemed very far away.



* I don't even want to begin explaining this, so please please please; don't ask.
** It here concerns two different people.

Angry Young Woman

You Are 66% Angry

You're a pretty angry person, although you might not describe yourself that way. But if you think about it, you probably feel annoyed, frustrated, and disappointed often. All of the emotions above are classic signs of anger. And if these angry feelings are controlling your life, you may need help.

How Angry Are You?

Bold Planning

It was bold-I admit, very bold- to be simply announcing I was going to seduce a man, (A friend of a friend to be precise) and of course by now I've found out it's not going to work. Mainly because I'm not in love.

May 1

My heart too beats left, my blood too is red.

Devotee

I have been named 'devoted' merely because I take time to write letters. Even when there is no hope of gettig letters back or when there is nothing to say that I could not also say in a four word text message. Is it so very wrong to assume people are happy to get letters? Isn't it good to know someone made an effort to communicate? Wouldn't you love to get a real letter, written in real ink with real emotions in between the lines?

Probably not. Or I'd have thought someone would take the trouble to write me every now and then.