Croak

Did I share this already?

Some dreams alright, with a personally touching story that's easy to overcome after I wake up. Like the one I had about the one-of-several summer loves the previous night. That was pretty much Skins. But the one before that, where I'm involved with a fucked up cult, I'd only like to know, what triggered that, what the fuck was the brain doing, when it showed me that. Might be on the same level, where I kill a non-existent brother and divide him up in pieces.

Paragraph removed on 12.12.2012. Every time someone new starts reading the blog, I re-read the most recent entries, just in case. Just in case someone is taking my text too seriously, I removed a few sentences, for peaceful purposes.

Working as a director and helping other directors is messy, requires multitasking skills (which I hardly have) and is also very fun, despite panicking over minor details (I mean, I checked the picture two times already, but what if it's the wrong one, then it would fuck everything up and people will hate me) and working with the first broadcast completely unprepared.

My favorite sweater is a few sizes smaller, thanks, laundry lady. Is this a revenge for the odd number of mismatching socks that I always give you to sort?

The costly drum lessons are not what I expected at all, but still seem a lot of fun.

I liked the party, and some people liked my singing. Some French girl was impressed by my French wine, yesss. Also starting to lose hope to make up my mind about relationships.