Weight Watchers sent me a letter too. Of course I'm in a bad mood. Once I was on Weight Watchers. And I didn't really need to loose weight! I needed to get my head cleaned out.
I should write a revolutonary book on dieting ... how cleaning out your head makes you lose all the weight you want : none. I'm sure that bestseller would pay all my bills. My theory is that women are their own tirans. But I'm not going to write my book here. I'm going to bed and watch a Fassbinder movie. Pure poetry. Kann Kunst die Welt retten? No. But it brings comfort on days like these.

I'm bored, it's Tuesday and I should be sleeping because I'm tired from going out and working. I'm not going out, I'm not working and I'm not sleeping. I'm going to bore ... you! Whatcha reedin' my blog for? Bored as well?

I received another bill today - they keep coming - one after the other - like flies in a dirty kitchen. I don't hate much but I hate flies. And people who steal brown jackets on a Friday night.
Last September - for the first time in my life - I saw a fly dying a natural death. Usually they are electrocuted by my low voltage tennis racket. But this one was lying on the window sill next to my desk at work. Lying on its back and moving its legs slower and slower by the hour. In the evening it ended up in my dustbin. I'm not supposed to throw flies in there. I can only use it for paper. I guess the dustbinman didn't notice the fly because I didn't hear anything back on this act of overt rebellion. I threw a fly in a paper only dustbin!

I should get back on drugs.

Bills, bills, bills.

I bought a new cell phone today. I bought it in France but according to the Carrefour guy it also works in Belgium. Just need to go and get a new SIM-card. To annoy the retarded moron that will steal it next time it has no interface in Dutch. On times like these I wish I were fluent in Chinese. But French or Italian will do. Except if it gets stolen in France of course. Bummer.

I didn't fall in love with anyone today. That's because I only saw people I've met before. No! I'm lying. The guy at the Carrefour was really nice and he touched my hand more than once while he was explaining how my extremely simple and low cost cell phone works. But no matter how much I wanted it, I didn't feel any butterflies. I must be in a bad mood.

Merry Christmas

I sent K an email to tell him I was going out in Brussels on Friday. But there has been no sign of life so far. And it's Saturday. My guess is, it wasn't meant to be. See, Fortuna played against me yesterday as she allowed someone to steal my jacket, cell phone and carkeys. Just when K was about to call to let me know I was thé one and he'd never let me go!

Anyway. I am quite upset that someone should steal my jacket right from under my very nose.
I confess to not having paid much attention though. God was rigorously testing my virtue after 2 am, that is why. It was plain living hell trying not to look at - a friend of a friend - Gregory all the time. Aaarggh. Why does He send archangels down to tempt country girls on a night out in town? I want back the hormones I had when I was 2. At least for the 24 hours of this Holy Day, which - for pragmatic reasons - starts now and ends tomorrow at 5 pm when I prepare to go to a local Christmas top 100 party.

So I noticed my jacket was missing and I ran outside hoping to see someone actually wearing it. That's what would happen out here. But no, no one to be seen. After leaving my parents' phone number in 3 different bars and checking all the garbage cans in the neighbourhood I gave up and went home with Karel to call Opel Assistance. Since it's a new car I seem to have a certain service agreement by the grace of which me ànd my car are driven back home safely. Praise the Lord! I got home at 6 this morning.

I'm off to spend Christmas with my family now. I will leave out the details of the lady at the Opel call center who happened to be from my hometown and the racist towaway truckdriver who assumed niggas were now wearing my coat and calling home with my cell phone. I wish them all the best. Merry Christmas everyone. I hope you find all you wish for underneath the tree.

I found him.

I've been on the internet for hours today, without any result.

It is all because of yesterday. I arrived late for a tadelakt workshop in a small village near Antwerp. Not because I'd left too late, but because I'd missed a small road that led up to the workshop place in Sint-Antonius Zoersel. I hate wasting time and yesterday I was wasting time as if it were ice under a tropical sun. I tried not to get too upset and comforted myself that at least I'd had the chance to listen to my friend Lien giving an interview on Radio 1. By that time I was half an hour late and still looking for Ecomat - the shop that I was supposed to be headed to. Another half an hour later I parked my camionette in front of the shop. Finally! I got out and walked over to the entrance when someone joined me. He was just as late as I was.

The captain of my hormones shouted FULL SPEED AHEAD almost immediately. Yesterday I met Kashmir and I've been knocked out all day. I've been looking for him on the web, but it's all in vain. I wish I'd given him my number or my emailaddress before I left.

I gave him a ride to the restaurant at lunchtime and forgot to pull the handbrake from exitement. On our way back Tanya Stephens was singing "Don't you know I really wanna be your girl?" and I wonder whether he's seen me thinking what she was singing.

I hope I run into him again. I hope the workshop people give me his email. And I sure hope the story won't end like It's a pity, the song we didn't get around to listen to.

I said if we never get a chance to be together
Go with Jah Tanya love yah
Mi say

It`s a pity you already have a wife
And mi done have a man inna mi life Rudeboy
it is a pity I say it is a pity you already have yuh wife
And mi have a one man inna mi life Rudebwoy
it is a pity Mm mm mmm

I woulda like one a these mornings, to wake up
and find your face on a pillow lyin right next to mine.
I woulda cut out the partying, the smoking and the rum
And buss a extra whine and mek we seed up a son.

...

Any of you people out there who know someone from Anderlecht, approximately by the name of Kashmir, Indian looking, self employed in the audiovisual industry and anywhere between thirty and fourty, please direct him into my arms.