days o solitary.
They pass so fast.
Once you choose a moment you can stretch it like a pice of elastic, you bathe in the moment, leting it get under your skin, to soak in your bones, then it dies.
but not coz it have faded, but because you have execute it in a foavor of the next one.
why do i write in english?
coz i think in english
why do i think in english?
i dunno, i dont always do, just when i need to seperate between my thoughts, the past, the present, the future, me, others, matrix, noises, tones, sounds, emotions, state.
they all talk at once and you have to somehow tell em appart or atleast to know how to tell between em.
when i dont feel or think i just fast forward the time.
its not that i dont feel or think, the brain is always buisy, but i dont listen to none, i just pretend i do.
Today i have made my way to the "New pharm" i was in a need of a facial moisturizer, i realy hate thouse places.
i always get lost on the shelves and most of the stuff is such usless crap.
the store is always full with empty ppl. i look in the eyes of the females there and they are so empty, i wonder if tis the lighting there, do i look empty too?
it is the second week my "cosmetics" adviser is missing from work, makes me tripple confused, once she would defend me from thouse creepy vultures that spin around the stands, each volture is there to represent a different firm.
mine was missing.
i went myself threw the stand but was left clue less infront of all the little carton boxes with some curses in french on em.
an advisor from "clinique" came towards me, proposing her assistance.
"assistence is nice" i thought to myself, "but her's is pointless", she's suposed to sell for "clinique" ans i bet she knows shit about what i am here for.
but no choice, i hate to admitt but i wasnt planning b4 and now im stuck, i have cut the crap and just joined her "clinique" stand.
did i had time?
no.
i had alucky break from work, too luckey to waste it all on a fake redhead eldery woman with a face of a woman and a gaze of a con.
i knew what i want, yet she have made me pass threw hell till i got what i wanted, in 7 pittyfull minutes she managed squeeze my pores till i pushed her away, cover my face with make up that is not even nearly as white as i am and to shove in my hand7 products i dont need just so i will walk with em put em aside and get what i want....
Wtf is wrong with thouse ppl, gives me sometimes an eager to give up on my pride and start learning french just so i wount have to confront thouse creeps.
yesterday i made a break from cleaning and watched a random movie my dad got me, it was "The lakehouse" with keanu reeves and sandra bullock.
well i must admit, long time have passes since i have seen such crap.
one and ounly conclusion u get from watching this movie.
if you are a borring lifeless person with no personality- the only chance for you to find love is if you learn how to go back in time....
now in case you do have personality and life, well you will never know, im afrade hollywood aren't makein movies about real ppl.
speechless...