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Saturday, September 5th, 2009
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10:00 pm - Back again.
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Wow. I can hardly remember how to use this journal.
Life has been crazy, this last year.
I got married. It was a lovely little ceremony, just family and friends. After 10 years of relationship, it wasn't like I was actually waiting for our routine to change or for us to be more in love, or something; but the truth is that after the honeymoon, (in which we fucked like bunnies in Prague), we discovered that we had been married for a long time before the actual wedding. What can I say? At least, the party was epic. :)
The crisis was devastating here in the island. We depend on tourism so much, that the fact that people limited their holidays has been horrible for our economy. Besides, the banks stopped lending money, or approving mortgages, so people was unable to pay for new houses, and my company had to close. We were supposed to be closed for a year or so, but the situation hasn't change already, so... it was pretty rough for a while.
I tried to use my free time wisely, so I continued my studies and did a postgraduate. I also wrote a book with my father and it was a wonderful experience, but kind of bittersweet, because the book tells the story of one episode of the civil war in the islands. It was inspired by one stressful experience of my grandfather, who was a soldier at the time. He told us, but he couldn't read the book, since he died in March, barely a month before the book's launch. I'm sure his presence was there with us, anyway.
My grandmother fell one of those nights my grandfather was in the hospital, and she broke her hip, so we've been running from side to side like crazy. When she was admitted at the Hospital, she became ill with pneumonia and we've been quite concerned. At this age, any little complication in her health is a delicate matter.
But not everything are bad news! Last week I started working in a school, and I'm delighted. I teach math to students of 17 and 18, pre-university course, and I'm very, very excited. I think everything will be okay. I also started my second book. I imagine it will take quite a time to finish, but I'm in no hurry.
And what about you, guys? Is life treating you well?
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| Monday, July 23rd, 2007
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6:10 pm
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I can hardly remember the last time I posted, so this is going to be like a nightmare of little random facts without any kind of chronological order about the stuff that have been happening lately in my life.
1.- Papá made the presentation of his last book, and it was great, because ALL his friends from youth were there to share this moment with him. The sales are good, and the critics excellent. I'm really proud of him. Here is the link to his blog, if you want to know how he looks like. http://www.joaquinnieto.blogspot.com/ His last post is about the first kite theater in the whole world, (as the author called it), in which they used one of my father little stories to represent it on the air, with kites that were flying in the night, with some candles in them floating freely over the beach. It was awesome. Papá is the one in the middle. Isn't he handsome?.
2.- I cut my hair, and again I made the mistake of forget how androgynous the bangs make me look. I'm not really so vain, but I would totally do the guy who is looking back at me when I look myself in the mirror every morning. :)
3.- My friend Raul ascended as football referee of the first category this season. (Football of the european variety, I think is also called soccer) He made a promise, and he said that if he ascended, he would wax all his body. Completely. All his body hair but not the hair in his head. And he delivered. He says that it was painful, but so worth it, because he now enjoy his shower very much. It has Laurita drooling all over the place when she thinks about a completely hairless Raul having a shower...
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I wish they finally fuck, all this sexual tension in the air is making me restless...
4.- Nothing new on the sentimental front. The Bf and I are the most boring couple in the world. :) But I like it that way. If I had to live in one of those couples that have a love-hate relationship I'm sure I would be exhausted. I can't work well under sentimental stress. I tend to snap and cut all the ties with things that make me uncomfortable, and if my S.O. gives more troubles that satisfactions, then he's not worth all the effort... But I'm starting to feel that the moment has come for us to start thinking seriously in adoption, because after nine years together, I'm sure we are pretty solid. We'll see.
5.- On the work-related level, I finished the first draft of my new project, an office building for a company. It's a very special project for me. I really love it, so I'm going to post some pictures of it, and you will have to suffer while I comment each one, because I am as annoying as those mothers that have just had her first son and carry pictures of the baby everywhere.
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6.- I don't know what I want to do for my birthday. i'm a little tired of being always the host af all gatherings. It looks like my friends are a little reluctant to use their own houses, and i don't have enough time nor energy to use it in a birthday party, not even my own. LOL
7.- Dublin was fantastic. I really loved it. I have never been there before, and it was such a lovely place to rest, so green and calm... I've never seen so many redheads in my whole life! I was a little frustrated, because it was incredibly difficult for me to understand what the hell were they talking about, and I was worried my english wasn't good enough, but as I was told later, it looks like the irish people have such a hard brogue that it's difficult for actual english speakers to understand them.
8.- I started a reading club. I'm enjoying it greatly, because reading is my first love, and to be able to do it and having the chance to comment my favorite books with people it's a lovely experience.
9.- By the way, I finished the 7th book of Harry Potter. It was good, maybe the better, but the epilogue sucked. It was completely unnecessary, and it leaves you a little bemused.
10.- I don't know where are we going to travel this year. We wanted Prague, I've been told it's a wonderful city, but some potent fraction wants to go to North America. I'm not sure the Bf and I have money enough this year, because we are waiting for the wood coverage of the terrace, and it's going to suck us dry. Maybe next year. This year we will have to settle with some old easter european charm.
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| Wednesday, March 28th, 2007
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9:01 pm - The lyrics of this song are true poetry.
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Tanto la quería,
que tardé en aprender a olvidarla
diecinueve días
y quinientas noches.
Joaquín Sabina.
Freely translated...
I loved her so much,
that I wasted learning how to forget her
exactly nineteen days
and five hundred nights.
Joaquín Sabina, the writer and singer of the song.
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| Monday, February 19th, 2007
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10:04 am - Carnaval
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Carnaval, the party of the flesh.
Just before the forty days of Cuaresma, this is the time of the year for excesses, sins and carnal knowledge. So imagine, long warm nights of drunken stupor, little to none clothes and free alcoholics beverages all around. Lots and lots of sweaty bodies, dancing under the moon by the rhythm of drum music, people rubbing their naked flesh with strangers, feeling them, tasting them...
That's Carnaval for us. The best outdoors party of the year. The kind of party that when you ask for a drink, they give you your glass and a condom. Isn't it thoughtful?
And in the middle of the three weeks party, the drag festival, when we elect our drag queen to worship for the duration of the celebrations.
And here you have the images.
( Lots and lots of images )
And when I tell you that sexual orientation is not a huge problem here, you have to believe me, because... there are not a lot of places in the world in which a little girl wants to disguise herself as a princess and it is her father the one to make the costume and dress like her. :)
current mood:  cheerful
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| Friday, December 1st, 2006
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10:49 am
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Hello again, my lovely girls and boys.
I have been really busy those past weeks. Only 4 days left to my trip to Rome and Florence, and I want to leave all my business in order. I will be traveling only 10 days in Italy, but hey, this is Spain, and December is practically a dead month, with all the holidays and lunches and dinners... So I better finish everything or it would be left until january.
I'm suffering the most infuriating cold. Being ill brings the worst from me, because I feel personally betrayed by this treason. Right now I need my body to be at 150%, and the headache, the impossibility of breathing normally and all the mucus are really, really making me slow the rhythm.
The new furniture for my eating room are supposed to arrive from Italy in two weeks, so there are a lot of chances that I would be able to host a dinner in optimal conditions in christmas eve. We'll see.
I would try to make another post before the trip. I'm a little scared, we are 9 friends traveling together, and so far, the preparative has been really easy and funny. But I'm not sure about the logistic of traveling with such a big group. We'll see.
Kisses, my loves!
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| Tuesday, October 24th, 2006
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5:57 pm - Best message ever.
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"Being a real man must be actually difficult, because only a few males manage to achieve it"
Text message my friend Laurita sent to her last date's mobile last night.
current mood:  pissed off
current music: "I am a scientist" The Dandy Warhols
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| Tuesday, October 10th, 2006
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9:03 am - Stuff
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The wind is so strong this morning that the waves jumped all over the highway in my road to work. The whole city smelt like salt and there was a damp mist floating everywhere, painting the buildings and streets in orange and red because of the dawn. It was beautiful.
Oliver is dating a new girl. Her name is Pasión, that means Passion. Isn't it one of the coolest names ever?
Gaby phoned yesterday to tell us that she is going to make a huge Halloween party to show us their new flat, (hers and Dany's of course). It's kind of strange, because what the hell is Halloween, after all? I mean, November the first is All Saints' day here, and the spanish custom is to go to the cemetery and put flowers over the tombs and pray for those who are no longer with us. Then we go home, we remember them and we eat our sweets while telling stories about them.
Typical spanish sweets of All Saints' day:
"Huesos de santo" or "Saint's bones", a dessert made of almonds and marzipan.
"Buñuelos de viento" a spanish dough and sugar sweet almost impossible to translate.
"Pastelitos" or "Little sweet cakes", with coconut, strawberry, almonds...
So I told the Bf we were invited to the party, and the conversation was something similar to this.
-"Gaby invited us to her halloween party. We have to wear a costume"-I said.
-"And what on earth am I supposed to be?- He asked me.
-"I don't know. You are supposed to be something scary, or something that scares you. I have to admit that I was thinking about disguising myself as a moth or Ronald Macdonald, both with the same degree of scariness, in my opinion."
-"OK.I think I'm getting the idea"- He said.
-"But I'm confused because somewhere I read that Halloween's colors are Black and Orange. Do you think that we have to be dressed only in those colors?
-"Well, that limitates the possibilities alot. I mean, obviously you can only disguise yourself as a mussel."
-"Love, what's scary about a mussel?"- I asked. Some seconds of silence and hard thinking, and he answered me, triumphantly:
-" A mussel with salmonellosis!!!!"
So I'm going to a Halloween party with an ill mussel.
current mood:  amused
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| Monday, October 2nd, 2006
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10:21 am - Sensitive
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I really love my sensitive man. He is so wonderful... He never forgets my mother's birthday, he always has a nice word for any member of my family, my female friends adore him because he is always ready to help them whenever they they need a male point of view.
This morning, he woke me up kissing my back. It was really dark outside when I opened my eyes, so I asked:
-"What time is it?"
-"Time to fuck you"- He answered. And then he did it.
I also love it when he is a little less sensitive and a little more animal.
current mood: cheerful
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| Thursday, September 14th, 2006
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12:48 pm - More about home.
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I'm back. I believe.
I'm not sure if I would be able to write every day again, but at least, I'm going to try to be more on line. I missed you guys, and now I'm prepared to spend this afternoon reading your journals to know what had happened to you all, so if suddenly you receive a post on a subject you talked about half a month ago, don't be scared.
Life has been a little strange, lately. Dad spends all the afternoons at home with me because that way he has the sensation of being outside (actually he is, sitting nicely in the terrace while working in his computer) and all the comforts of being inside (and that means having me at his call).
So, in order to make my father's recovery faster, my sister decided that having the baby around is good for his health, and she brings my nephew home every afternoon, too. And Dad plays with the toddler five or ten minutes, and then leaves him with me. Sometimes I wonder where I take the patience from...
Anyway: we chose the eating room at last! I know it doesn't seem to be a great accomplishment, and maybe it isn't for normal couples. But the Bf and I are not normal couple. At all. We have both strong will and very clear ideas about what we like or not. So choosing furniture for our house or the colors of the walls, is like a little battle every time. I miss those old good times when men had no idea about colors or fabrics, and they left those insignificant details to women. You had to see us discussing the bathroom implements. The employee wasn't sure about laughing or crying.
We decided tho buy a table like this one:
The table is made in black cristal, and it's gorgeous, I don't know why it looks so horrible in the picture.
The four chairs are like this one:
but in grass green color.
We can put only four chairs because the space available is not big, and after all, we have the big table outside in the terrace. But anyway, we are going to buy two chairs more, the same model but in black color, that are going to be our chairs in the study room, and if we need them for a little dinner for six, we'll only have to take them out of the study into the sitting room and voilà!
I think it would be something like this, but with the round black cristal table and only four green chairs with the same chromed foot shape.
The chairs and the table are from an italian firm that will send us the furniture in three or four months top. I'm glad, because I don't want them to arrive before we'll depart to Rome this december, because I know myself and I wouldn't leave without paying them, and it would mean less money to spend in Rome. But the Bf is really angry, because he doesn't understand why you have to wait for the furniture if you have the money. When we bought the sofa, he wanted to take the one in exposition, in a hideous orangish-brown color, just because it was there and we wont have to wait for it. =/
Kisses to all of you, guys!
current mood:  bouncy
current music: Como yo te amo, by Raphael
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| Thursday, September 7th, 2006
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9:43 am - The boyfriend, last night.
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We were watching a film, and the young couple of the screen were having their first date. The boy was trembling when he kissed the girl. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the Bf says:
- The first time we kissed I had a lot of butterflies flying in my stomach, too.
- That's... really sweet, darling- I answer.Few moments of silence. I smile.- Butterflies? How cute.
- No, they weren't cute. They were... manly butterflies.
- Of course- I agree.
- Yes, very manly. They had scars, they were carrying guns, and doing manly stuff.
- Naturally. Masculine butterflies pissing and spitting over the flowers.
- Exactly. Macho butterflies.
Isn't he lovely?
current mood:  flirty
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| Tuesday, September 5th, 2006
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1:12 pm - The rentree.
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On my first day at work, I've managed to...:
a.- ...wake up late, miss breakfast and run up the damn stairs because I forgot to put my shoes on, and went to pick up the car in my slippers.
b.- ...pass over the only screw in the whole highway and pinch one of my car's pneumatic. What a wonderful experience is to change a wheel.
c.- ...almost give my work mate a stroke on the way to the hospital because he just fell on the stairs and broke his arm.
I wonder what delightful wonders will wednesday bring on.
current mood:  bitchy
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| Wednesday, July 12th, 2006
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12:56 pm - Trivialidades
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About shopping, furniture and deep-throating
1.- :: NOTE TO MYSELF::
Remember to never go shopping again with two straight men. Even if they want to buy only clothes, they stop in the most bizarre places, like the cellular shop or the carpentry. Oh, and the one who said that women are picky when they have to choose was so wrong, wrong, WRONG...
2.- What do you think about this design line in furniture for my terrace?
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Yes, I know they are a little too black, but maybe in lighter colors...
3.- Why is deep throating so damn frustrating? I manage to do it as long I don't realize I'm doing it, because as soon as I notice "Hey, I have had him all the way in for a while!", the arcades start.
current mood:  pensive
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| Tuesday, June 27th, 2006
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10:45 am - La noche de las brujas
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Last saturday was my city's 528 birthday, and it was a weekend full on interesting activities and stuff.
Friday night we went to the auditorium to attend the ceremony of my uncle.
My uncle is the man in dark suit who is at the left side of the cardinal. It was a fantastic act, emotive and exciting. The worst parts were the speeches of the City mayoress and the president of the Town Hall, but thus is policy. =/
After the act of delivery of Honors and Distinctions, the ceremony was closed with a concert of the pianists Katia and Marielle Labèque. Marvelous, and my seat was fantastic so I enjoyed it too much.
It's traditional for us to make bonfires in the 23th night, the night of the witches, and it brings good luck to your life if you have a bath in the sea that night too. That's why every Night of Saint John, the 23th of june, a lot of people make big bonfires on the beach and wait until 24:00 to have the bath, playing guitars and singing, and jumping over the bonfires.
Bonfires on the beach
The ceremony in the auditorium, (which is at the end of the beach), ended with a great spectacle of fireworks, which was amazing to see because the central room of the auditorium has a window over the sea, and you could watch the sunset while the Labèque were playing, and after that, the fireworks over the sea.
Fireworks
Saturday morning there was a flight exhibition. Quite the spectacle, it was. And a lot of people went again to the beach to watch it. I guess our beach is the biggest town-square, our own outdoors auditorium.
The beach.
Exhibition
There were a lot of more concerts and stuff the whole weekend, but I didn't spent too much time with the Bf those last days and we decide to cut the cultural things short and be together alone. But Glo is heartbroken, and came to have breakfast with us,(of course we couldn't say no) and when he went to the beach with some friends, V and I went for a walk around the city, everything was closed and the city almost deserted, because everybody was at the beach or went to the south of the island to spend the weekend. We ate some sushi in our favourite japanese restaurant, and we went home to have a big siesta. But my sister and her husband came home. I love my nephew with all my heart, but believe me, they stayed the whole afternoon at home.I was near "murdering time". My cousin Andy came too, because my city football team was playing for a category ascent, and his father, the poet, is not really fond of football. So he came home to watch the game with us, and my brother and father came too, and suddenly, my house was full of people, eating pizza, drinking beer and shouting. I'm starting to think that being a good hostess is not a good idea, after all. Not if I can't spend two hours alone with the Bf. =/. There were my BIL, my father, my brother, my cousin, my uncle who came with his wife to pick up his son, my sister, my nephew, my cousin , and us two. I was extenuated when I went to bed.
Sunday morning Glo came to breakfast again, and this time he brought his new car. Nothing like buying a car to heal a loving disappointment, don't you think? It's a beautiful car, a
blue convertible upholstered in beige leather, and in my opinion it shouts "sentimental crisis, here", but well, it was the money he was saving to buy a house with Laura, and I think that's a great way to gift himself a whim.
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| Tuesday, June 6th, 2006
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8:26 pm - El día de la bestia
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One of the things I like most about the town I work in is the fact that people still greet another when they meet in a street. He/she looks you in your eyes and says: "Hello","Good morning", etc... It doesn't mind if they don't know you. It's just common courtesy, the old fashioned manners. I love it. Really love it.
Today I had to go to the Town Hall to solve some bureaucratic problems. There was a middle aged lady there, hard to be sure, because she had that look of people who works hard in the land, if you get my meaning. The most amazing thing about her, was that she was dressed like the mourning widows of the middle of the last century. Completely in black, from head to toe, literally, with a black handkerchief over her hair, black skirt and blouse(long sleeves)... it was so anachronistic... I mean, she seemed like taken right out of a black and white picture of the beginning of the last century.
Little more to say. Friday afternoon will be a girl's only kind of afternoon, and if i'm not wrong, it looks like the afternoon will end at 4:00AM of the next day...
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| Friday, June 2nd, 2006
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10:53 am - Girls and cars.
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| Friday, May 26th, 2006
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12:09 pm - The dream and the Canary day.
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Last night I dreamed of whales. I'm not the kind of person that dreams of sweet things like dolphins, unicorns or fairies. Let's say that my dreams are a little more... mundane and decadent? But it was amazing to swim with those enormous animals moving with so much grace. I think that the cause of my dream is that we are having a lot of wind lately, and the force of the wind is making the waves really high, and yesterday the highway (which runs along the whole coast of the island) had to be closed in some places because the waves.
( The dunes )
Next tuesday, 30th of may, is the day of the Canary Islands, our regional day. So this year, we have a 4 days weekend full of celebrations. I'm not really fond of those acts, but I have to reckon that people take them quite seriously. Just a piece of trivia here: There is a little community in Louisiana, U.S.A, founded by canary immigrants one century or two ago, and they still speak spanish with a canary accent there, and they consider themselves canary, so it's their day too. Congratulations to our north-american brothers!
( Some pictures )
Anyway, I don't think we will have so much time for celebrations, because Laura broke up with Glo, and he is devastated. I think he is going to pass with us this weekend, until he is better, and I really hope that he leaves his cat behind, because honestly, I'm starting to hate this animal. It is the most infuriating, bad tempered, ill behaved cat in the whole word. And I think that it's also confused with its sexuality, because it never looks at female cats, neither males cats for that matter; and it tried to have sex with a friend's turtle once, and also with one cushion in the house of Laura's grandmother. The cushion was furly, ok, but it was also pink, so no conductive to animal confusion, no.
current mood:  productive
current music: Aires de Lima
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| Friday, May 19th, 2006
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11:50 am - Bf's preparations for the party.
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Last 6th of May was the Bf's birthday, and due to various things, this year the celebration was postponed. In fact, it was going to be a little dinner for six to eight friends, but I've been really busy the last two weeks, and Viktor said that he will take care of everything. And now, it's a party for 14 persons, and all the preparations he has made are that now I have the fridge full of drinks. It looks like a bar. A weird bar, with three different kinds of beer, two of wine, two of champagne, two of sweet liquors and a lot of those girly drinks that mixes vodka and fruits (and when I say a lot I'm talking about 12 bottles of each one of the six flavors). I'm not sure if there is any space inside the fridge for apples or even yoghurt. And thank God he kept the rum, whiskey and vodka outside the fridge. My kitchen is a remix between a posh bar, a fraternity and a brothel.
Who is supposed to come tomorrow night? What am I going to feed them? Do you think that they would want to eat something or that the Bf is going to limit himself to inject them alcohol by venous route? I was thinking about croquettes, caesar's salad, two seafood pies and a big souffle as dessert. Bland food easy to vomit. That's me, the meticulous hostess. The trick is in the details, definitively. :)
current mood: hyper
current music: Ay, Dalai by Mecano
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| Friday, May 5th, 2006
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10:55 am
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I post this in Tshell's journal, where we were talking about strange tastes in men. I said that I have never liked my men androgynous, but really masculine, because if I wanted a pretty face, I would have a girl.
So this is my top five of attractive men that make me hot even if I know that they can't be considered exactly traditionally handsome, or their features are too harsh:
( TOP FIVE )
And these girls are the stars of my lesbian dreams.
( The Girls )
current mood:  dirty
current music: Within Temptation: Mother Earth
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| Friday, April 28th, 2006
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6:33 pm
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This afternoon, I went to the lingerie boutique with the Bf to buy a new bra I needed. Well, my breasts sometimes do strange things, like increasing their volume or being more sensitive, so I need a new size. The Bf was a little nervous, not really comfortable in a world of laces, silk and satins. One young blonde lady, in her early thirties, came over.
- Can I help you?- she asked, politely.
- I'm looking for a new bra, for daily use, nothing really fancy.
- Of course. And your size is...?
- Well, I'm not exactly sure, because they seem to be bigger lately.
- Oh, don't worry. Mind if I... touch a little?- And she pointed my breasts.
- No, I don't mind- I answered, and she proceed to feel me for a moment, then she smiled and disappeared into the store room.
- Wow. Do women do this always?- the Bf asked.
- Not really. But she is a professional, and after all, that's the better way to be sure she gets the right size.
- That's was hot.
- Does that turns you on? That a blonde gropes your Gf in front of you?
- Oh, yes, a lot- He said, with a lewd grin.
- Then maybe we could go to buy some underwear for you, dear. With a little luck, we could get the salesboy to feel you.- I told him, smirking.
- Oh, believe me. That kind of shop wouldn't have any success in the male world- He said, full of dignity.
I'm not so sure.
The size was correct, by the way. I bought two bras.
current mood: amused
current music: Wild, by darling violeta
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| Thursday, April 27th, 2006
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There is a reason why men shouldn't be allowed to have any kind of meaningful sentimental conversation. That sort of thing burns their brains' connections, and the words spilling out of their mouths are incredibly awkward, selfish and have no sense whatsoever. The worst thing is that you leave the conversation wanting to beat him bloody, to kick somebody's knee and a little bit like crying, all at the same time.
Don't you ever feel like a voyeur when one building is demolished, and the walls show the remains of their life?
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