Give it a World

So I guess I am trying to go for yearly updates? HAPPY EVERYTHING. Now we can stop pretending I give a damn.

Blogger had a campaign against me last night. It ate TWO entries. It knows I hate to retype so once I get inspired, I am on a roll. Summoning that roll after everything has been deleted, cool comebacks and awesome snark included, is near impossible. Blogger, you fail me.



But for you my minions, I'll do my worst. Hm. I think I need to come up with a better name for you. Minions isn't filling me with happy fuzziness anymore.

So after a very long while where I was all alone in my Twitter world, there was a big bang of sorts and Nathan, Veronique and Christian suddenly sprouted with accounts. Now there is a daily twitter war ("I HAZ DIET ISSUES ~sob~" "I fix it <3" "YOU DID WHAT?!") and I love to watch from the sidelines. All I need is some buttered up pop corn, a single misleading tweet and off they go. All hell breaks loose. I'm waiting for Delton, Delton Girl and Vasser to materialize though by then Twitter will be fried. We're on the look out. Though man, I have to refresh so fucking much that my Twitter crashes on my not-supposed-to-be-amusing-but-it-is browser. I'm using Opera. Yeah. Because I can.

Because of this highly addictive service, I've become aware of the severe blossoming of a particular friendship between a cold blooded bastard and an ADD-stricken pirate. Look at me using all my text book jargon. A few years back, when it 'started'... I had mild OMFG moment... explosion. Safe to say I felt fucking angry and like I had really paid for my mistakes then. I really thought Nathan was screwing me over and I... felt hurt. After my ego finished taking a stroll around the self-loathing park, I started to realize a few things about these people. You know, above the fact that they have abso-fucking-lutely nothing in common. These two men, both very different in attitude and upbringing, started gyrating towards each other out of nowhere. Didn't want to admit it but it's really... interesting. From a psychotic point of it. Wait, psychiatric. Always get confused.

What is it about each other that makes a friendship possible? How come they're so close (and I mean CLOSE)? Do they feed off each other? If so, what does the one have that the other lacks? What kind of love is possible if they already have a special someone (yeah BOTH)?

If I didn't know any better I'd say that they each have a wound and the band-aid is shaped like each other. Did that make sense?

Just seeing their twitters, it's obvious this ain't something normal like a blow job or one night stand. Their world, their bubble... it's big enough for two. That's it. Whoever walks in there without permission is a dead (wo)man walking.

And my computer is about to die from low battery. That's the bad thing of choosing a career that focus on the human mind, you overanalyze like a hen. I want to know. I REALLY WANT TO KNOW.

Sundays

I am much more relaxed now. All that coffee sure helped.

It's a Sunday, which equals boredom and... more boredom. Sad for you, the lonely traveler looking for entertainment.

I am currently at my father's house, visiting for one reason, he promised me food. And by food, I mean one of my favorite foods that don't include sausages of any kind, paella. If you don't know what it is, look it up. Ironically (or knowing my dad PLANNED), the Spaniards ate this food on Sundays. We were going to go to Katzereine's for some reason or another but Giovanni had planned ahead to whisk her to the French Riviera for some romantic breakfast/lunch/dinner and then some alone time.

Seriously... damn, I can't say anything about him. T_T

Logically he isn't cooking this. I wouldn't be here. He's about to pick it up. He lured me. And was planning on luring Caterina as well but then remembered she is on some other part of the world. Ultimately, I will spend all this day vegging, working on some songs. I'm working on one that reminds me a lot of what Christian is going through with his entire mess. A mess that better turn out as I'm expecting or he will continue with his life without a vital organ... his dick >_> Anyways, that'll be my range of activities until night time comes.

Fun. That's all I'll say :3

There's really no way to reach me

This update is a bit overdue I think. I've been busy, if that's what you can say I've been doing.

April's already gone by. I spent a decent Easter week. It was my father's birthday April 7th, which he got to spend with his lover in his beach estate. He ate lemon ice cream, had a party the day before (which was filled with Caterina/Jean-Luc/Christian drama). That's always interesting. And the journal bug caught Christian so I'm about to give up my strike and just accept it. Maybe Eric's next, that'll give us something to talk about.

Yesterday was Christian's birthday, which my sister took unto her to throw him a cool party in our dad's house. He was shanghaied into going to Katzereine's so they could meet up and talk. Yeah, I bet Giovanni loved that. Before that, I was in New York City with Christian for some photoshoots and culture crap we wanted to pursue. I liked it, I figured I am a big city kind of guy. I like the concrete, I love the caged feel New York gave me when I looked up at the skyline. I saw the Phantom of the Opera and Mamma Mia!, which was fun. That's a city that you need to spend a lot of time in so you can do half of what you had planned on doing.

Thierry went off on a trip again, which isn't surprising considering he's actually working. I think he's enjoying it just a bit too much. The entire traveling scheme, the recording studio, the real estate deals. Ugh. Right. I promised myself I would work on this...

Screw it. I'm alone, I'll go watch a movie (or the series Planet Earth that I bought), call Nathan to see if he's alive or not and walk Pookie, he's restless.