How awful! Good idea or bad idea, somehow I don’t really think that the class gathering will be successful at all. Some key people are living in the states (oh, the bright ones, honest!) and the shitty ones are left here (still being honest). Who can I truly say that was a friend at school? The only one that keeps being that, Lucinda. Everyone else were flesh lies. It would be nice to see Nayda (who is in the states), and Lilly and César and Samira but that may be just it. The other ones, the high-class group that was always in cool mode stepping over everyone else… (sight) I loved bringing my art to life, and hated being banned from one of my true loves (a.k.a. acting) because of being an oddball. By then it was really hurtful having to do scenographies but not actually participating because I was fat. Literally, anorexics and high-class white trash always got the parts… I belonged to the middle-class band that they preferred not to mingle with for we would stain them. Well… Time gave something back, as the ones that should have succeeded in life didn’t. We were a class full of talents… but full of shit too. I guess that is normal. I guess it was a taste of what the real world would be like: surviving bitches and the commoners. Still, if I get asked to decorate I would do so just to get something else in my portfolio. Sorry, don’t expect an emotional faerie here. But I know I won’t get asked because the staff preparing everything cannot stand me… couldn’t back then when I was nice and polite, imagine now… with my whorish looks… Whatever.
Next!
As usual, someone doesn’t give a shit about what is important… and so leaves the important shit aside while deciding to simply have fun. I hope that at some point the shit I wrote about our last try stirs some shit inside the someone (if it gets read) and I get a deserved spotlight and not the usual silence that simply gives me an “I still don’t give a shit” feeling.
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I’m not feeling like prancing in the hills singing odes to Orpheus. I’m not feeling like taking crap from people, especially the ones I think I’m close to. I’m not feeling gentle and kind, thanks to taking the opposite with a smile in hopes that storms will pass and the mountain will still be there. Guess what? After the cataclysm, even Ravenloft’s culo was not the same ever. Food for thought. Dig it slowly but certainly.
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A drow’s life, in theaters somewhere in this lifetime.
10-4
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