Yesterday I spoke to my dad.
To all of you this won't mean much. To me it is quite an extraordinary event. Not only because I hadn't talked to him since I left Italy but because we actually talked about our business. It was a nice 5-minute conversation which surprised me and convinced me even more that I am right when I say that the farther apart we are, the better our relationship gets. And this is true about my other parent as well.
Right now I'm home. I woke up at 6. I felt sick and threw up for no reason. Might it be a previously unknown kind of male pregnancy? It might. Anyway, I still feel queazy and I am contemplating whether to go to the beach or not. I needed a break. I needed to stay alone for a while. That's why I'd love to go. Bronte is not as packed as Bondi. It is smaller and beautiful. I heard that Baz Luhrmann owns a house down there. It's lovely. I also have a stye. The eyedrops ain't been helping though.
I have received some very nice emails from some guys from Iceland. I really wanna sit down (where? I don't even have a chair) and write to them (where? I don't have a table either!). I'm gonna do it anyway. Elsewhere. I just feel so nauseous.
Receiving mail really helps me. I like it a lot. It gives me something to reflect upon.
And yesterday I skyped A. It was so nice talking to her. I miss Iceland. I really do.
So far the weekend has been lovely. On Friday we went to Luna Park which is on Milson's Point, on the other side of the bay, from where the view of the city and the bridge is stunning. V. romantic night, despite sickness of one of us. Yesterday was shopping spree. Which may I remind the reader is v. different from spending spree.
Time's up. Fuck it, I'm going to the beach. Despite nausea, sties and being broke (I didn't get paid on Friday and I forgot to ask).
To all of you this won't mean much. To me it is quite an extraordinary event. Not only because I hadn't talked to him since I left Italy but because we actually talked about our business. It was a nice 5-minute conversation which surprised me and convinced me even more that I am right when I say that the farther apart we are, the better our relationship gets. And this is true about my other parent as well.
Right now I'm home. I woke up at 6. I felt sick and threw up for no reason. Might it be a previously unknown kind of male pregnancy? It might. Anyway, I still feel queazy and I am contemplating whether to go to the beach or not. I needed a break. I needed to stay alone for a while. That's why I'd love to go. Bronte is not as packed as Bondi. It is smaller and beautiful. I heard that Baz Luhrmann owns a house down there. It's lovely. I also have a stye. The eyedrops ain't been helping though.
I have received some very nice emails from some guys from Iceland. I really wanna sit down (where? I don't even have a chair) and write to them (where? I don't have a table either!). I'm gonna do it anyway. Elsewhere. I just feel so nauseous.
Receiving mail really helps me. I like it a lot. It gives me something to reflect upon.
And yesterday I skyped A. It was so nice talking to her. I miss Iceland. I really do.
So far the weekend has been lovely. On Friday we went to Luna Park which is on Milson's Point, on the other side of the bay, from where the view of the city and the bridge is stunning. V. romantic night, despite sickness of one of us. Yesterday was shopping spree. Which may I remind the reader is v. different from spending spree.
Time's up. Fuck it, I'm going to the beach. Despite nausea, sties and being broke (I didn't get paid on Friday and I forgot to ask).
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