|Sunday, 2004-03-28, 09:47:47 pm, @home
First in seven nights...
... or in other words: the day, the cat finally
and definitely moved out. Threw all the crappy
stuff into a so called cat-trash-box; felt
Had a week of joy, fun and all I could expect,
feeling so evenly at the moment. Yesterday, we've
been to an Afghan restaurant, it was some kind of
birthday event. I realized, it's not a wonder if
someone easily integrates him-/herself into a new
group of people. I realized, it's a kind of
weakness and backwardness if he/her is not able
to do so. 've been to cc42 afterwards, just for a
few minutes. Rofa later on.
This day started with a breakfast consisting of
sparkling wine, scrambled eggs, salmon and such
stuff. It continued with endless moments on my
terrace, sitting and amusing in the sun. Later,
having fun at some other places, again spending
time in the sun, laughing, talking and
philosophizing the whole day.
I don't even care, whether my ex's now screwing
around or not. I've had enough dates and women
the past 2 years - and I still do have.