I know I haven't been the most faithful of bloggers these days, but I have a real excuse. I go from being a heinous bitch with a big bag full of snyde remarks, to acting like a drunken pompous-ass loser to disappearing and turning silent like a hermit to weeping-and-laughing over the keeeoootiest-pootiest stuff, all this in the space of 10 minutes. I don't need a shrink to see that I am losing my mind. Also, if your boss AND your boss's boss both tell you that you need to rest, it's a sure sign that something's definitely not right.
Just this morning at work, I found that we'd just received some Twinings Lady Grey tea, so I ooh-and-aah'd excitedly. A colleague, trying to make conversation, asked me something I didn't understand about the origin or the making of that tea. Instead of responding like an adult human being ("I'm sorry, what did you just say?"), I grabbed a bag of Earl Grey and got all: "Did you know that Lady Grey has orange in it? And she's Earl Grey's wife. They go together in the Twinings carton and they hold hands and go 'lalala' and have babies Grey..." While rubbing the two teabags together and making kissy noises. Imminent breakdown: 1. Puzzled workmate: 1. Well done, me.
Fear not, I am doing something about it. Leaving tomorrow on an emergency mini-break. I even got a pedicure at Lovely Ms. Juliette's across the street, and now i have bright-red toenails, proof that i'm dead serious about this. White sand, blue water. I have every intention of wearing nothing but a bikini, and plan to change into other bikinis exclusively. I am also taking my fabulous beach hat. Forecast, according to BBC Weather: warm as hell, sunny as fuck.
In the meantime, I'm de-stressing with the help of this blog for which I have Someone to thank. The captions are killing me. The usual little pets aren't bad, but do check out the crocs, the bats and the baby rays in the unusual animals section. Can't stand it.
Buh bye now.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Back in the game - ish
Sorry for the long silence. Since last time, France elected a new president, Belgium chose a new parliament, Merkel put the EU Constitution back on its feet, Palestinians started killing each other, Paris Hilton went in and out of jail, I read my first Kundera, joined Facebook, met André and his beloved Dorine, went to Paris, The Hague, Heiligendamm, London and Luxembourg, fell ill and visited the A&E at Warren Street, managed to kill a plant, started getting a daily hit of Ben & Jerry's, changed opinion about life, love, death and God about a gazillion times. Point is, I'm alive and kicking.
Was just reminiscing here after being sent a thing I wrote last October and had forgotten about. A month before moving to Brussels, I came for a quick reconnaissance visit. With the date approaching, I couldn't get enough of London:
"i have my itunes on random, there's this spooky just-rightness going on. heard so far nas' the world is yours (the beat is really incredible), the detroit spinners, fiona apple, a beautiful track by anouar brahem, k-os, wyclef jean's cover of wish you were here, badly drawn boy's once around the block, gainsbourg's melody nelson...
had lunch at the tate with the girls. too many people at the slides so we compensated with a photo session.
brussels tomorrow. not thinking about it. not really complaining either. not explaining anything, not even going to try. i'm just getting out, taking it in. nights are becoming eternal, the fall's here. so i'm photographing it, snapshots left and right, that's all I do. it's an unending farewell. the party, the energy, the sweet hypocrisy, this crave for extremes people try hard - and fail - to repress. the day's uniforms and the dark's nonsense. the fog and the heavy clouds that always seem to go unnoticed (at least by me), the surprisingly clear, starry night skies. and now, this taste of unfinished business in every cup of awful coffee."
Memories of a melancholy ho. Don't get too excited you Brits. Bill Maher says we Frenchies are awesome:
(Thanks to Alex.)
And just to close the evening, a love song to all y'all:
Was just reminiscing here after being sent a thing I wrote last October and had forgotten about. A month before moving to Brussels, I came for a quick reconnaissance visit. With the date approaching, I couldn't get enough of London:
"i have my itunes on random, there's this spooky just-rightness going on. heard so far nas' the world is yours (the beat is really incredible), the detroit spinners, fiona apple, a beautiful track by anouar brahem, k-os, wyclef jean's cover of wish you were here, badly drawn boy's once around the block, gainsbourg's melody nelson...
had lunch at the tate with the girls. too many people at the slides so we compensated with a photo session.
brussels tomorrow. not thinking about it. not really complaining either. not explaining anything, not even going to try. i'm just getting out, taking it in. nights are becoming eternal, the fall's here. so i'm photographing it, snapshots left and right, that's all I do. it's an unending farewell. the party, the energy, the sweet hypocrisy, this crave for extremes people try hard - and fail - to repress. the day's uniforms and the dark's nonsense. the fog and the heavy clouds that always seem to go unnoticed (at least by me), the surprisingly clear, starry night skies. and now, this taste of unfinished business in every cup of awful coffee."
Memories of a melancholy ho. Don't get too excited you Brits. Bill Maher says we Frenchies are awesome:
(Thanks to Alex.)
And just to close the evening, a love song to all y'all:
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