"I don't give a shit about sleeping, Leon. I want love, or death. That's it. "

You -"yesterday i watched LEon again. and i still cannot expalin why, Mathilda makes me think about u, all the time"
Me - "cause she likes guns"
You -"maybe the age gap with Reno..."
Me -"and she doesnt like to sleep."
You -"maybe the small boobs..."
Me - "must been the boobs than!"

77 is better than 69 cause you get 8 more

here you go M

oh hell just frooze over

juan just told me that his folks might be a vivid reader of my blog

guess if i need another drink now....fuckaduck. this is not parent friendly.

anyways, P & E if you two are reading this, please accept my apology for being a wildchild with no notion about how to look like a lady. i cant stop writing the way i do so please bear with me. btw it would be really nice to have dinner with u two before my departure to shanghai, i especially enjoy Ps barbequed ginger ribs. over n out. i love you all

Je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais...

I write cause if I dont´t I think all the stories in my life will break my heart. Serge is singing in the background and nothing seems to calm my soul. I told Juan to go n hustle somewhere else today. He doesnt know about it but Im worried about him, he is back with his old on and off gf. She provides him with intimacy and pills. It´s like Nancy and Sid, without any talent for drama and music. Actually Juan got talent, he is just too numbed to realize it. I wanna tell him yo leave this place called home, home is destructive.

My second cousin commited suicide, he didn´t leave a note. Just a father and us others to sob. I am so angry with him, one permanent solution for a temporary problem. I was not close to him and now I´ll never be. I don´t know how to deal with grief. Nicotine and Caffeine can solve most of my pains, but this one I don´t know. I feel nothing again. Im staring at the almost empty scotch bottle. Maybe I will take a nap.

Monsieur keeps contacting me although Im million miles away. Communication and techonology will one day destroy my life. Actually it has already. He gives me all the happiness in the world but idiots are everywhere. He tells me I arrived too late and I tell him timing is everything and I think he arrived at the perfect time. Double my age, double the pain, double the pleasure. I forbid him to call me the princess. Princess wait for her prince and wonders what the future has for her. I dont wait and I dont wonder. He is everything I wants in a man and everything I hate about a man.

home sweet home!!!!

jetlag n alcohol is a devine and cheap combo.

Small girls grows up to be ladies, small boys grows up to be big boys.

I have left my grandma after 6 days of food stuffing and is now in the city of my father. He stills keeps his girlfriend out of our house everytime Im visiting, makes me feel like his young mistress. I've tried to invite her numerous times for drinks, tea, artesian water or whatever that will make her happy. It is becoming a lil bit rude for my taste, nothing like my mums bf that act like my personal driver and refers to my mother as "your sis". My dysfunctional family in a box. No wonder I got fatal taste in men.

Monsieur took a flight to GZ to spend his last wknd as a uneligible bachelor with moi, isnt that swell. Women needs a reason to have sex, men needs a place. I just need someone that is bad for me and voila Im butt naked in no time. He tells me that I'm cold and when I do start to touch him he tells me to be careful not to fall in love. This one I got it under control, sex relieves tension while love causes it. I told him about this young boy that hollowed my heart out and monsieur looks at me with those familiar eyes and asks me what kind of man I'll marry. "I think I'll marry someone that I don't like that much". Monsieur got nothing to loose and althought I dont have a heart I'm giving him my most precious item - time.

Married men doesnt cheat because they want sex, they cheat cause they are boys with a salary and this time they want something more grande - intimacy. I am so over-hugged this wknd I broke down with a heat stroke exactly 1 h after I sent off monsiur. Diagnose: Too much intimacy n too lil action. My real dad took care of me while the other one kept texting me about how he can still smell me on his shirt.

This is really bad and I'm looking forward going back home for 2 weeks. Time difference will end this. Im so hopeless.