February 2011
reasons why i'm single
- i can’t date food
- i can’t date the internet
- i can’t date myself
- i can’t date my blog
- i can’t date my cat
Bonjour Tristesse
Had a lovely (ace) meetup in Brussels. I forgot how nice it looked in the Grand Place area. Too bad it was raining most of the time. P.S.: sorry again for bailing on you guys, I’m an old lady. Have mercy! :p
In the evening my aunt (who came from Paris), mom & I were invited for dinner at a family member’s house. It was yummy & as usual I got to hear the freshest gossip. I’m starting to think I know too much about everybody, jeez! I let my cat sleep on my bed at night, even though I’m a bit allergic to her. Leaving the door open might have helped against not waking up with swollen eyes.
Today I contemplated taking Ritalin, just to feel a bit giddy & cheerful. I think it’s the weather & just being bored. I even looked up books about suicide. So, instead I’m going to read a classic called ”Bonjour tristesse” by Françoise Sagan.
You know what’s great? That I finally found my orientation & feel comfortable with it. It’s such a struggle when you’re not heterosexual to find out where you fit in exactly. It’s one less thing to worry about in my life. Yay for the internet with info about asexuality & every other orientation!
P.S.: I can’t wait to get the hell out of here for a while!
I like cats because you can never be sure they're not plotting to kill you.
“If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I’m neurotic as hell. I’ll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.”
—Sylvia Plath - The Bell Jar
Thinking too much, as usual
If this was an anonymous blog I’d probably tell you so much more about me. But I only really open up to a few people.
Some things maybe should remain private, I don’t know. I like sharing & being honest. I don’t have anything to hide or anything to be embarrassed about.
I’ll give myself some time to think it over.
P.S.: ask me questions if you want to know anything!
X vs Y means X=Y?! Oh, forget it...just read the post!
Do you also fiend similarities between people who call your phone or ring the doorbell while you’re under the shower and an ex you’re trying to get over who gets back in touch just when you’re over him/her?
It’s like they’re TRYING to annoy you, isn’t it? Grrrr! :p
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My Black Is Beautiful Manifesto
From the color of my skin, to the texture of my hair, to the length of my strands, to the breadth of my smile,
To the stride of my gait, to the span of my arms, to the depth of my bosom, to the curve of my hips, to the glow of my skin,
My Black is Beautiful.
It cannot be denied. It will not be contained. And only I will define it.
For when I look in my mirror, my very soul cries out,
My Black is Beautiful.
And so today, I speak it out loud, unabashedly, I declare it anew,
My Black is Beautiful.
Whether celebrated, imitated, exploited or denigrated. Whether natural from inside or skillfully applied,
My Black is Beautiful.
To my daughters, my sisters, my nieces, my cousins, my colleagues and my friends,
I speak for us all when I say again,
My Black is Beautiful.
Here is me making it (too) easy for my stalkers
I had a lovely evening at J.A.’s house. In her bed, eating salt n pepper crisps, drinking Coca Cola, watching ‘For colored girls’ (the most tragic movie EVER), gossiping, Facebooking, talking to one of her friends on skype with the same last name as ‘moi’ and speaking Pulaar with him.
I had a lovely day, first at the Child Focus meeting (for volunteers). There I recieved a free drink, plus a couple of gifts & stuff to hand out. I then went to the travel agency to get my ‘airport shuttle vaucher’ & asked them to hang up a poster to warn people about child trafficking in/to Asia. I’m glad they agreed! I bought OK magazine for some UK celebrities gossip. Sometimes I can’t help myself (don’t judge!). I then met up with my friend T. & we went for a stroll around town, going into stores & buying nothing (yes, you may clap). We ate & drank at Lombardia, a restaurant that Moby loves & they make that VERY clear to us by putting it on their wall. It’s very vegan, vegetarian, healthy but overall yummy! I, as usual, didn’t bring enough money. Number of reasons: I don’t plan on spending, don’t want to put too much moolah in my purse, think I’m going to use my card if necessary, etc. So, I owe T. a drink & a couple of euro’s (a totally great excuse to meet up again this week). I couldn’t even pay to go to the damn bathroom at the mall (no clapping here).
I also had a lovely time coming home to a whiny cat who meowed every nanosecond (she sounds like ‘wooooe’ from the expression ”woe is me”) because she smelled that we were making fish. Don’t worry, she got some…spoiled brat!
P.S.: I heard a girl on the tram next to me say to her friend that being/becoming gay is popular now. I wanted to yell at her & I felt angry. But I let it go because that’s what you do, right? Trust me, I don’t always keep my trap shut! You just have to pick your battles, as Dr. Phil would say. “Boo” to social norms! :p
Pedophiles are better tolerated than gays
What I don’t get is why there’s such a thing as NAMBLA. Why people don’t try to do anything about pedophiles. I don’t have kids, but you reading this might have em. Or kids in your family or those of your friends.
It could also be woman, don’t be mislead.
Also, the fact that this organisation is in the USA but that over there they make such a big deal about gay marriage. Um, what kind of priorities do you have people?!
