Editing my journal from my years in Ireland...
By the looks of it, it seems as if my time there was spent dating at least a couple of men simultaneously and flirting madly with men I wasn't dating. Was I really like that? I've certainly not been like that, before or after.
The place was mad. Airborne intoxication. That's the only explanation. I worked more than full-time, attended parties where people showered with their clothes on or set fire to themselves, intervened in domestic violence, had raging fights with my bosses, adopted a dog and had it kidnapped, played pool with a movie star and spent a night in a cemetery under the stars. Got my heart broken and I think I broke someone else's. (I'm sorry.) I was even involved in hiding people from the law.
At least I have something to brag about in my blog when my present life contains no news value whatsoever. But nobody needs to ever find out about that.
3 comments:
Hmmm... whats with the *almost* alliterations? (i.e, the prev. post and this ones' title?) weird post!
btw, should i call you PP or PianoPoet, because DO NOT CALL ME HEP, call me Kaushik, or Kazarelth, or Haryon, or High Prince, or High Haryon. BUT NOT H.E.P!
But what if I spell Kaztarelht wrong?? ;)
NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Well, at least, please don't.
Ah, you know chaos theory??? COOOOL!
Any case, only the entropy of a closed system changes. That does not directly include storms. But then only this theory gives a direction to time, so maybe it might have something to do with my will and your sneeze. ;-)!!
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