it's the turn of the year, and I'm at home. No, I'm not ill or anything. I just couldn't be arsed to force myself to do anything tonight. it's not like this is any different friday night.. maybe just more fireworks than usually ;o)
didn't have the funds to go down and be with M, but somehow she's always there, in a way. talked to her in the afternoon and she didn't sound like she was up to much, either. somehow that does make us closer...

someone who's been far away for a long time told me he's moving again. he does that in a veritable speed of light now. 1,5 hours to pack everything... and then some from a to b and the unpacking he manages after that as well. he basically moves faster than I take a shower, as if it's all the same to him where he is... as long as it's fast and painless.

reminds me of a shared house of 3 guys I know. the longest time takes C there to pack all his guitars and musical equipment, and the rest of his 2 shirts he just crumbs into some boxes and off he is. the I-fella starts half an hour before the supposed pick-up time of his life. when the others arrive, he's still throwing stuff into big trash bags because he forgot to collect proper boxes.

hah! another one. P's a guy I enchanted on some lurvely NYE, the 99/00 one. we were all at a party down south of the state and there was I, in some grand midnight blue linnen dress. think breakfast at tiffany's. that's back in the time when I still had curves only where they're supposed to be, right. *chuckles* so there's P, a fella I'd seen before, and I just grin at him and think *c'mere, bad boy*, which he does after 15 mins. we talk for like 20 seconds, before massive necking, groping and snoggin' takes place. this manner continues untill someone starts to call for the bomb-throwing and lights-launching to finally start, what with everyone knocking back champagne all night anyhow. they manage to light it all up in approximately 5 minutes before they remember there's still a hidden stash of alcohol back inside they must gulp down immediately. so everyone back inside and since we had to go back out onto the balcony to smoke, and back to the face-biting. 15 mins into the new millenium I jumped poor P, and it gives him the shakes every time he sees me around ahahaha

so, why am I quite content here with myself? I'd say I'd rather be in really good company (myself), than hang around out in the cold with some of my favourite complete friggin' strangers. so I can't be with someone who I'll feel comfortable and celebrating with. BFD, that's not that important.

off to... traditional mayhem

so this is the last few hours of pretending to work for this year... tomorrow the xmassy things start in my country, which means I'll get very trashed tonight, have a mighty hangover tomorrow and my family over for dinner, before my little bro and me might pick up our annually tradition again.

our tradition began some years ago, when we still lived at Mama's place. we'd dress to kill, empty some bottles of prosecco on the train downtown and then go party in some clubs. since most years none of us or our mates felt like being the designated driver, it meant everyone went on the train and we either
- shared an overpriced taxi back
- waited for the first train in the morning and start the puking at the train station

since the parental units visit this year, we'll get
- fed and liquorized at my place
- have more drinks after the PUs leave again
- maybe go out and get royally pissed

it's a birthday party, after all ;-))

and on monday, I'll go processor- and mamaboard- shopping. a week of holidays without my dear little pc ain't a good idea.

so, what's left to say?
- thank you J-J for a really good phone convo last night. it helped me to see you're there and you care. I'll try to be more patient.
- hey, everyone! go and indulge and treat yourself and those around you with whatever's making you feel good. this is a super excuse to let loose!

merry xmas, hannukah, kwanzaa or whatever you decide to celebrate.
and a very happy new year 2005, too :o)

best wishes and all the love you can possibly handle!

don't they know it's xmas time, my arse

so I work in an industry whose margins is influenced by crazed xmas shoppers in my country. but hey - who ain't, right?
what I find hillarious - every year again - is that there's people out there who think that santa and me are best mates and I'm supposed to do magic at a time when
a) there's never enough shite on stock in my warehouse
b) everyone's chronically overworked and stressed out
c) parcel services and mail services are chronically see b)
and so on...
and yes, us poor buggers in industry close our offices at 23rd of december because we too like to have at least some wintervacation for the obvious reasons. and no, I won't drive down 60 km to the city where I work at just to throw some small packages into the post's grimey hands.
nuh-uh
not me
so no fairy magic, no promises no nothing, go and annoy someone else. y'all had weeks n weeks time to think about what to buy for your beloved ones, and to go to shops to buy that. and you shop-keepers: the same goes for you.
Yes, I know. xmas comes so utterly by surprise. it's like suddenly, out of the complete blue, it appears. too late, eh?
*snorts*


I was faster. Mr. R got his pressie by post today. and yes, I know it was a clever pressie indeed. best part: he likes it ehehehhe

merry ho-ho-hoes to everyone!
and no, I still haven't given in and went to buy a xmas tree.
I'll stay hard this year.

I had my fair share of xmassy tree-nonsense last year.
In my city, the city cleaners come to pick up everyone's trees with the trash. so everyone puts their trees out on the street in the first few days of january. since I knew I wouldn't be around, as I was visiting the loveliest woman in Europe for NYE 2003/2004 I wrote a little e-mail to the city cleaners' site. my question was: "when are you folks going to pick up the trees this year? can you please tell me what date you'll stop by my street?"
the answer was this:
"yes, like every year we'll pick up the xmas trees"

no, REALLY? this takes me by complete surprise! I wasn't aware ye did! that's why I asked WHEN and not IF.
it's grammatically impossible to answer "when" with yes.

so no more of that. I've had it. not only am I an official heathen and xmas-hater... I promised myself to stay away from trees. so, trees, if you read this: stay away from me and needle onto someone else's floor.
much obliged.

overworked and underfucked

yeah, so this is what happens when you work as a phone fairy in !"§$%&/() industry... the bit of private life you once had decreases lineary to the increase on your paycheck every month... and no, the latter is never enough to make up for the loss of the former.
*rollseyes*
no, this is not a call center I work in. it starts to feel like it though. incompetence R US, that's right, and I could put un-funny little stories here.. but what's the use - it doesn't make things better or easier or nicer or whatever, so I'll just keep it at that.
Not for very much longer... (yes, this is where we can all sing that lovely little ditty from the Rocky Horror Picture Show)

since we're already at it.. does anyone out there ever read this crap?
if that's the case... feel free to drop a line or two and say hullo, will ye? :o)

I can't hear it

the joys of being single... oh yeah, let me see...

- it's saturday, 3 am and you decide to hop in the car, drive down to Lago Di Garda to have breakfast there
- it's sunday, 3 am and you decide to pick up that bloke/girl that's been staring at you over his/her beerbottle for the past 10 mins
- you can bum around your house for days without washing your dirty self
- snore, fart, pick your nose and scratch your bum all you want
- ever cent you earn goes into toys
- chatting up and hitting on and picking up every person you see
- doing what ya want when ya want it
- royalty over remote control

blahblahblah
I know I never do much about those things... no car here which means no Lago Di Garda... one-nighters bore me shitless... I like myself smelling nice and squeaky clean... I pick my nose whenever the urge arises anyways... and I always did what I wanted when I wanted it
*shrugs*

the grass is always greener, I know...

probably wouldn't make any difference for my social life if I signed up for the next NASA mission to spend the next 3 million years in a space ship heading off for 4u7q4 rdfj09 or whereever their missions go now.

oh yeah! Blinded By The Lights...

mashed at work, brilliant

got up this morning with my knees up for a battle with the rest of me... so right around noon I necked some PKs and got the cow-orker to bring me some sushi for lunchies. so right after I nibbled the raw fishy-fishies down the PKs kicked in and now I'm deliciously wasted.
and while I'm already at it, I'll play The Streets "Blinded By The Lights" again and again.... yeah baby!

reminds me utterly my adolecent years between 17 and 22 when my narcotics-and-alc intake kept me afloat, numb and partying....

right, I'll admit, I'm an official space cadette today... if pretending to work was always like this, I could probably stand it a lot better.
let's see if I can get over the afternoon without starting to grind my teeth *chuckles*