If we can't find a way out of these problems, then maybe we don't need this...
... Standing face to face, enemies at war we build defenses and secret hiding places.
From the mid-nineties with much, much enthusiasm, I bring you Savage Garden. :)
Those of you who have the misfortune of having me on Facebook, I am so terribly sorry. I use it to network with my Italian friends, so the English statuses are few and far in between.
So, it's 2.17 AM and I can't sleep. Not that I don't want to, actually. I crash and burn right after New Year's as a rule, usually on the 2nd, but this year I had to postpone the sleeping binge in favor of hanging out with Alice who spent the last four days over.
Long story short, Alessandro called me right when I was about to go to sleep.
Then Alice called me to check in after her flight back.
I can't sleep. God fucking damn it, body, you need sleep because I am taking you to the swimming pool tomorrow morning and I am not brokering an argument! Jesus...
On other news, according to the law of indefinite reverse proportionality, I have finally concluded that the less I care, the more Andrea ups the pressure to see me. The fuck, man? Couldn't you be this anxious when I was interested in pursuing...well, I don't know what I wanted to pursue, but it would have been fun to have you on this side of the barricades, y'know?
Sigh. We're meeting tomorrow.
There will be no kissing. There will be no foreplay. I don't want there to be.
According to the law of conservation of energy (yeah), I realised that Alessandro shows up on my radar when I need him the most. It's pretty ridiculous, but I can't wait for when we meet face to face for the first time. Probably because he's going to tie me up somewhere so I watch all of Star Wars and learn it by heart (no, he isn't into bondage). I hope he gets better soon, though; right now he's all sick and vulnerable, which has been triggering the inner nurse that lurks behind each woman's outward iron maiden façade inside of me. Caretaker, me, which makes me extremely receptive to people who show up somewhere on my proximity and signal that they need help.
I miss people when I'm not in Milan. However, I don't think I've felt as abandoned as when Valeria left Paris after barely two weeks instead of the four we'd planned to spend there together...It was herwho'd been taking care of me then.
Yesterday evening I ran into Nico and Fra at the Japanese restaurant. They knew I was busy with Alice and Vale. I didn't know if they had any plans...turns out Nico had tried me on my cell, but I didn't answer. When he saw me, he smiled and kissed me.
"I just saw your call!"
"You missed the opportunity, you know..."
"No...give me another chance! Please!"
"No, Miky."
"I can change, I promise!"
We're sort of silly, when you put us together (and no, I wasn't really begging for Nico to forgive me). Alice and I ended up at the movies, but my friends were watching something I'd sworn I'd never pay for, so we opted for another show.
Christmas Presents:
I got money, with which I bought an iPhone. 3G, 16GB, the whole kit and kaboodle.
Jewelry
Purse
Gloves
Underwear
Doctor Who card game
Bolivian Creche
Books! Yay! Culture!
Let me go to sleep. I'll tell you all about meeting up with Massimo 12 years, 6 months and 7 days after we last said goodbye in Paris.
GUYS! I'M STILL DEALING WITH HAVING THE IPHONE!
From the mid-nineties with much, much enthusiasm, I bring you Savage Garden. :)
Those of you who have the misfortune of having me on Facebook, I am so terribly sorry. I use it to network with my Italian friends, so the English statuses are few and far in between.
So, it's 2.17 AM and I can't sleep. Not that I don't want to, actually. I crash and burn right after New Year's as a rule, usually on the 2nd, but this year I had to postpone the sleeping binge in favor of hanging out with Alice who spent the last four days over.
Long story short, Alessandro called me right when I was about to go to sleep.
Then Alice called me to check in after her flight back.
I can't sleep. God fucking damn it, body, you need sleep because I am taking you to the swimming pool tomorrow morning and I am not brokering an argument! Jesus...
On other news, according to the law of indefinite reverse proportionality, I have finally concluded that the less I care, the more Andrea ups the pressure to see me. The fuck, man? Couldn't you be this anxious when I was interested in pursuing...well, I don't know what I wanted to pursue, but it would have been fun to have you on this side of the barricades, y'know?
Sigh. We're meeting tomorrow.
There will be no kissing. There will be no foreplay. I don't want there to be.
According to the law of conservation of energy (yeah), I realised that Alessandro shows up on my radar when I need him the most. It's pretty ridiculous, but I can't wait for when we meet face to face for the first time. Probably because he's going to tie me up somewhere so I watch all of Star Wars and learn it by heart (no, he isn't into bondage). I hope he gets better soon, though; right now he's all sick and vulnerable, which has been triggering the inner nurse that lurks behind each woman's outward iron maiden façade inside of me. Caretaker, me, which makes me extremely receptive to people who show up somewhere on my proximity and signal that they need help.
I miss people when I'm not in Milan. However, I don't think I've felt as abandoned as when Valeria left Paris after barely two weeks instead of the four we'd planned to spend there together...It was herwho'd been taking care of me then.
Yesterday evening I ran into Nico and Fra at the Japanese restaurant. They knew I was busy with Alice and Vale. I didn't know if they had any plans...turns out Nico had tried me on my cell, but I didn't answer. When he saw me, he smiled and kissed me.
"I just saw your call!"
"You missed the opportunity, you know..."
"No...give me another chance! Please!"
"No, Miky."
"I can change, I promise!"
We're sort of silly, when you put us together (and no, I wasn't really begging for Nico to forgive me). Alice and I ended up at the movies, but my friends were watching something I'd sworn I'd never pay for, so we opted for another show.
Christmas Presents:
I got money, with which I bought an iPhone. 3G, 16GB, the whole kit and kaboodle.
Jewelry
Purse
Gloves
Underwear
Doctor Who card game
Bolivian Creche
Books! Yay! Culture!
Let me go to sleep. I'll tell you all about meeting up with Massimo 12 years, 6 months and 7 days after we last said goodbye in Paris.
GUYS! I'M STILL DEALING WITH HAVING THE IPHONE!