I’m a bit worried about myself. It appears that sleeping has become my newest obsession, especially the afternoon nap. Only it’s not actually a nap, cause I sleep between 1.5 and 2h every afternoon. The problem is that I go to bed feeling tired [what from, I don’t know] and I wake up feeling even more tired. There’s something fishy going on, I just don’t know what.

Another obsession is, of course, Converse. I present to you my newest pair. I’m sure we’ll spend many great days together and that my strolls will be more fun.

Koop is the third one in the latest obsession category. I had my Yonderboi period and now I’ve moved into the Koop one. Aww, these guys are great! I keep on listening to their latest album - Koop Islands, and I can’t get enough of it. It’s simply awesome!

Beer comes next. Yes, I’ve been drinking lots of beer lately, yes, I like it. The white beer Paulaner is one of my favourites. It has an amazing taste and it’s not at all bitter. What more could I possibly want?

Hello my love
It’s getting cold on this island
I’m sad alone
I’m so sad on my own
The truth is
We were much too young
Now I’m looking for you
Or anyone like you

Koop - Koop islands blues

I really have to cut down on the beer. Wtf?! I’ve been home for about 3 weeks now and almost every time I go out, I’m drinking beer. I’ve even progressed: now I have to drink two beers to feel “happy”. Damn, I’m turning into an alcoholic

Um… I’ve noticed you around

He lives in the neighbourhood and I’ve seen him many times walking his dog. It seems I bump into him quite often.

I find you very attractive

He’s either in his late twenties or in his early thirties. He is tall, has long dark hair and has a very cute face. Definitely my type!

I’ve noticed you around

I’ve promised myself that the next time I see him, I’ll tell him…

Would you…? Um… would you go to bed with me?

… that I do find him very attractive

*Touch and go - Would you…?

Sometimes I look at her and I’m damn amazed that she doesn’t speak

With my earphones tucked in, listening either to uRMa or Yonderboi, I stroll through town. I look at people, but I don’t smile. I let the cars pass in front of me at the pedestrian crossing. I look in shop windows and I read all the posters on the walls.

I don’t care about the heat, I don’t care that I’m walking too slow. I’m walking past the same buildings, I’m watching the same ads. I meet the same people, I see the same faces. I’m already tired of this. But I keep on walking anyway.

I always take the same routes through town. I always walk only on certain streets, on a certain side of the pavement. It’s like a routine, but I don’t seem to care. In fact, I like it that way. I always know what comes next, what shop I’m passing by, whom it’s possible to meet. I like my fixed ideas.

So, yeah, I always take the long way home.

I just feel like crying and I don’t even know why

My parents are acting stupid again. They want me to go into the insurance business. Say what?! I told them I simply HATE the idea of nagging people, of trying to persuade them in buying the products I’m selling. That is so not me! And who the fuck cares about money? I surely don’t. And I don’t know why they should cause we don’t have money problems or such. I DON’T want to do this, I loathe even the idea, so why the fuck are you still telling me I should take those fucking courses? Leave me enjoy my bloody holiday.

There she is, the little devil