I got a practice in a funeral home today. At first I will only look at how things are done, but in a few weeks they’ll let me work with them! And the EURES delegate in my region said that I can be living in Manchester before the end of this year…
I, for the first time in a long time, had plans for the afternoon. My brother just called to tell me I have to look after my nieces because he’s got to work. Since when does he know that? Since more than 4 weeks ago.
People, let me tell you something. If I’m going to take care of your problems, I’d like to know in advance, because my life doesn’t revolve around you and the things that came out of your dick.
Let my mistakes be a lesson to you. Never (I said never!) say anything to anybody about your life, your feelings, your way of thinking. Because then they’ll think they know everything about you, and they’ll try to give you stupid advice on how to live your life, and they’ll try to tell you they know how you feel. And they know nothing.
I’m watching Bring It On. I’m such a cool person. Oh my.
Why do some people in D/s relationships call their partners “daddy”? Isn’t it disturbing? Do men really like being called that? Just asking.
All these minors following my Tumblr are making me feel damn old.
About an 80% of my followers are Italian. It doesn’t bother me, but seriously, where do you all come from? And don’t say Italy. That’s obvious.
hahahah, no. I’m joking.
So… a friend made me feel terrible about having a link to my facebook in my about page even though nobody knows it’s there or nobody cares or wants to add me, blah blah blah… Tomorrow I’ll delete the link. If you want to add me do it now because it’s not going to be there forever.
If I had a dance pole, I’d be dancing to Iggy Pop songs all day.
Today I dreamt that I was an aspiring detective, and that Columbo, although being already retired, helped me to solve a murder in Disneyland Paris.
I’ve put that visit counter… all the visits to my blog are mine to check how many people visit my blog.
This is what happens when I try to be seductive. Apparently my face only has two modes: normal (above) and creepy.
And yes. I’m blogging without trousers. You can also see my knees because I always put my legs on the desk. Sue me.
