Happy 2006-2007

Hello,

Since i don't like new years ' eve , and less celebrating it. i decided a while ago to celebrate new year at my birthday. Logically it is a new year in my existence on this planet. I'm going for my 34 th year now. Quite a long time when you look at it. In my head i still feel like 29 , not too old and not too young.

With every new year people always say that they have to better their lives ( propositos) and see the new year as the perfect start. I tried, i realy did, and thought of some things i could (have to , want to) change. I wanted to stop drinking alcohol for a while , cut back on the blowing, go vegetarian again, and to take time to work at myself on becoming a better and more communicative person.

everything went ooooooooooooooooooooooooooohkay till............

last weekend

I went to Holland to see Suicide Commando , they played in Rotterdam, for free ( IN HOLLAND ?), i just couldn't miss it. After the concert i went to lovely Den Haag. Realy nice people overthere, they had a great electro party going on, and indeed . Cutting back on blowing and drinking isn't a sensible thing to do when you go to Holland. I have to say sorry to myself i guess. i forgive myself , because i had a ball overthere. At last i went back to LaLaLand ( a recordstore in den Haag) to ask for a poster of the C.O.S. concert i saw there in Feb. They had about 100 posters left, but some weird liquid had fallen over it , and they all stuck together. What a pitty, the woman who worked in the recordstore was more pissed than i, so i didn't realy mind about the posters anymore.

Coffeeshops are lousy in den Haag. They aren't cosy at all. You don't go there to relax. At entering the shop we were shouted at by the bartender, that we had to blow with our coffees or he would throw us out. So basicly he said that we had to smoke mariachis .We smoked some jet-lag ( nice and tasty variety) because i always do as told and chilled a bit.

The worst thing was going to work this morning. I managed to get up and gave myself a little peptalk. My chef ( boss) had the idea barking at me a bit , i felt like shit and angry for ten seconds. I felt like being in Taller Palmar again .Then i blew it all away with a kiss , to Kylie Minogue ( it felt like she was singing especially for me ) and i got in good spirits again. I did my thing, worked late again and sang along with the radio.

I don't know why , i realy don't , do these people talk to me in a very dominant (fatcha ) way. I just don't get it. Inoffensive as I am ? Being at the wrong moment in the wrong place , again, i guess . Shit happend.

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