It's the no action whatsoever part of this area that attracks me most of all. This is the highway I take every day since I changed jobs. This morning I listened to Elvis' early records. I discovered that it takes 13 young Elvis songs to get to work.

I am belgicist. Certain aspects of Belgian life drive me nuts, I admit, but that doesn't mean I don't love my country. It's what true love is all about: unconditional love. For better and for worse.
I believe life is good when you keep it simple. A visit to the local bar, a walk at the seaside, jogging in the park. I really consider myselve lucky no bombs sabotage these very simple things in life.

I don't have much to say today, so I thought I'd upload a random picture and comment it. I'm the girl in the white shirt, smiling as if her life depended on it. I'm not eating icecream because I'm smoking. Gave up all that two years ago. Great decision. The guy that's taking the picture must be K.: ex-boyfriend then, ex-boyfriend now. Needless to say, it's never a good idea to go on a holiday in the company of an ex. What was I thinking? To be honest I think I kind of still fancied him and wanted to introduce him to my Italian friends. Maybe I was hoping he'd like me more. The good thing was that he moved on to be someone different than I had in mind. And all the butterflies died right there in Tuscany in the fall of 2003.