I'm giving the suspicious look, and Milos' being a happy fuck, dressed up as Brandon Lee. Picture taken by Miss C at Halloween '08.
Internet's a funny place.
I've been having this blog for nine days and according to bloglovin.com I've got one subscriber - unless of course they by one mean "me" - and something like 100 profile views - yet not one single comment! Either it's been 100 really unimpressed people, or something like 50 sneaky ones. Who can tell.
Thought I was getting the dough today, but alas! It's not until tomorrow. Spent the night writing, getting closer and closer to the finish line of a collection of short stories that are bound to make me rich and famous. Heh. Well, perhaps not. But I'm sure it will get published one way or another. I don't write shit. Been living like a little shit for way too long, I could have reached my goals at seventeen but I guess I wasn't interested back then. So the flat is going to remain white and pale for another day, won't be able to buy any kind of proper household stuff until mañana. And as far as that goes, it's another day of doing jack shit I guess. Keep working the mines for gold.
Well, no there's an attraction of the night when I think about it. Milos is finally returning his ass from the Capital. Apparantely, he'd need a place to sleep when the train arrives, since he figured it would be late. Good enough. I think I will purchase whatever alcohol I can afford, I've been missing my little Sancho. These windmills are tough enough when you're on your own.
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