I am asked again, today, regarding my non-existant boyfriend.
By a taxi-driver.
GOD IS MOCKING ME. FREAKING MOCKING ME, MAN.
Well, I am now furiously packing (yeah, taking a break now) before flying to Italia tomorrow.
OH YOU LOWLY MORTALS, DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE MY EXCEPTIONAL ABILITY (which I suspect is of a divine nature) TO PACK LARGE AMOUNTS OF THINGS INTO A SMALL AMOUNT OF SPACE. TOMORROW, BEHOLD THE SIZE OF MY LUGGAGE! It is too beautiful. Even I marvel at my extraordinary ability - Praise the Lord!
Anyhow, there are certain things that I'm unhappy about. All I'm going to say is we are going to ultra-hip Italy looking like tramps. Humph. And I guess some people ain't so "open-minded" after all, huh??
Concert today was fine. I have never felt so tired and stoned during a concert before. But, yeah.
Ok, I have to now continue with my packing. Seems to me that all I ever do is to pack and unpack - Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! Life's a bitch, init? You can't have it 5 ways. (Hmm, actually, you can - IF you know what I mean. Technically and theorectically, you actually CAN. Hmmm. This calls for further contemplations and meditations.)
I am now, also, in addition to my other outstanding capacities in various areas, an expert in sleeping on airplanes, regardless of size of seats, positions and people around you. You may consult me for a small fee.
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