I haven’t seen this side of me before, or at least not in the past 2 years I would say for sure, but I enjoy this more than ever… I haven’t been in this place for some years now but it looks just the same except for the faces inside. Just to try talking to them it would be a work out and definitely fun, but in the end I would still have to ask their age… I know it’s stupid, but I just can see myself like Mrs. Robinson kind…

And we will get back to that very soon…

But for now let me take you to this place, a place where I had many high-school flings, sometimes 2 at the time, a place where we didn’t need alcohol to have fun or to get high to laugh, a place that during the day it’s a kids theatre and by night it’s a hip hop club and sometimes a strip club.

Like all the paradoxes of life, when you are young all you want to do is to have fun and to be mature, not to be treated like a kid, after years go by, all you want is to be a kid again, to hit the clubs and to live each day like the last one.

Here’s what I did: I planned with the girls a night out to this club (which I always liked, but now I think I adore it). we got to the spot and surprise: the music was great and the men hot. Now how can a single lady in her 20′s not to appreciate such things?

Here comes the hot part, and we thank God for whisky here, if sober you think clubbin’ it’s fun you should see fun through the whisky blend steam… We practically did what all single women do, drink, dance, have fun, pick up strangers, but, in my case, I did what I think it’s the best thing to do after a club… I had a Bootie call. Now for all of you who don’t know the advantages of the Bootie call, please try it, it can be life changing, refreshing and opens for sure new perspectives of living. The Bootie call is the difference between hooking up with strangers and having random sex with the risk of getting diseases with names you can’t pronounce, and the crazy sex you never plan and it can be great and always safe (the guy is someone that you already know or like but you need alcohol to let him know that too – this i have done it once before).

Another Bootie call with a good ending makes me think that I am wasting too much time thinking of how to do things and less time of actually doing them.

To all my boys… “good loving is not always from the heart, you got to be smart, stay just the way you are… it’s just a Bootie call…”

Have you ever been in a weird situation where you got into by circumstances and when you try to get out you find that you have no idea how you got there in the first place. (earthquake pause – small one, but still weird) Everybody is OK so let’s move on with my story (at 5 minutes after the earthquake my sister in France knew about it and not from me – thank God for Internet!!).

Well… I was just fine until some time ago when I met a guy, weird and a little retard, just how I like them. All fine, I thought he was cute so let’s move on to the next step (in my philosophy the next step is sex people!).

All good just that the guy started to bubble around about taking it slow (taking what the fuck slow??). And I, like a fair lady. I was open and honest (not really) and I told him that all I want is just sex! Simple as that.

Well… surprise!! The guy starts not to call me anymore… until one Saturday when he calls me out of the blue and asks me if I am having sex in that moment (I told you I like them retards – but this one and that one – no more! too much!).

Next week I call him, thinking that maybe I did something wrong (I do have my way with boys… unique way of getting them off… not in a nice way). It was my intention to find what’s up with him. Is he just defected or this is just his way to say: I’m just not that in too you! (I am writing this waiting for the earthquake replica – how cool is that????)

Anyway, he answers and bang!! another surprise!! He says nothing, he kept me on the phone, barely saying couple words and talking to a woman in this time.

Now that I know that I am OK and that my way with boys it’s just a self defense mechanism against imbeciles and idiots, I can say with an open heart: This is why I don’t WANT or NEED a relationship with anybody!! Men are just so retards that it’s just a waste of time of getting to into them!!!

Oh… and also men are more fucked up than women.

A woman is capable to get out of a depression while a man carries it all his life.

That’s just SAD dude!!

Peace.. out!

Summer… After an ugly, very ugly winter… It was so damn cold… Still waiting for spring to come fully out. I can’t wait for the rainy spring nights, when everything is green and smells so fresh. I believe that the only romance left in me is coming out only when the spring breaks. I just love that sentiment when I would love to be loved, to dream and to be dreamed, to breathe the air of light air of ignorance to all the bad and stupid things that usually get in my way… I just love to love the spring… It’s like a gate in another world where I can dream and live in my dream without being annoyed or disturbed by anyone.

Just wake up in the morning and smell the green (if you live in the city like I do, just imagine then - the green).

I was blessed of spending my childhood in the country with my grandparents, in a beautiful place, with a river o a side and a lot, a lot of green and trees. I use to imagine a hole bunch of stuff while swinging in my favourite cherry tree. I was always a princess, always with a different prince (I have always been an undecided and weird creature when it come to the men kind). I use to make kids play my strange games just to feel that I am doing something special.

I have grown to be a free spirit, a rebel hart that so far has never been palliated or concurred.

Until we meet again… Peace.

I wonder why people like champagne and caviar, or why do french people love red wine and cheese? I wonder what makes people fall in love? Is it the chemical attraction or the mind connection, is it just the physical need of having sex or wasting time with only one person instead of doing that with more than one? Is it the smell? The look? Or is just something that hits you and by the time you figure what it is it’s long gone and you… well you want it back. Not because you like the fights, the tears, or the inexplicablecrises, no, you want the feeling back. Why?? Because when you think you’re in love you FEEL. And you enjoy being human for a while without having the strength to fight this.

Most of the human kind don’t realise that one of the biggest quality that humans possess is their imagination. Without this, there is nothing left in a human than a robot. But, if you look around, you will see that the imagination is used in less than 20% of your life. Why is that? Because of the fear of deception, the fear of rejection, and all the other stupid reason that come with the word fear.

We all find reasons to not do what we would really wish to do just because we are not sure of the consequences.

I will tell you this… After some years of being afraid of things like heights, speed, plains, etc. I can only say that by only doing the exact things that you are afraid of you will get the hottest emotions ever and your life can only get better.

So plains crash, cars explode, the rope may break… you die or not. But you might as well die without all this, in your own home, on the street while getting your paper, it can happen anywhere. And I wonder… what will you regret then that you didn’t do?

Living, my friend, living is what you will regret that you didn’t do.

Smoke, drink, get high, fall in love or just fall, go to Africa or Hawaii, North Pole or London… and think of me while that, I will be thinking of you too…

Peace.. Out

So… almost six months now… and I manage to keep my job… Nothing new so far in this section of my life. But, then again, that is the section that does take 60% of my time. And, if I add 20% sleeping time that leaves 20% time to waste getting pissed at people, watching movies, wrestling, cooking, and of course cleaning (bleah). So… there’s my life. Beautiful as it is I am soon to be forced to apply to an anger management program.