The night before my birthday I got drunk after drinking a very potent vodka martini at a friend’s flat 3 floors down, so it was not really surprising that I woke up with a massive headache. Julien had already left for work, I was all alone in the flat (as usual, I didn’t get a dog, which was the only thing on my list), and I had only 40 minutes to get ready for work. I stumbled to the bathroom to take a long look at the damage caused by 28 years of living in this world, a world where George Bush is re-elected as President, where dogs are sometimes considered a delicacy, where pygmies have all their front teeth sculpted to look like fangs, where female circumcision still exists, where a virus called I Love You actually means I hate you…
I looked at myself and couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe that what used to be such a glorious occasion for me (I’m vain) is now a normal day met with supreme indifference. I’m older, I’m older, and maybe now it’s time to map out the future and follow trajectories.
Currently listening to:
Grandaddy
Sumday
