so i’ve got this amazing duplex suite overlooking the mediterranean sea and i’m just sitting here writing update after update (journal entry after journal entry). in barcelona of all places.
hello? spot the pathetic loser withe the i-book?
oh, that would be me.
go out and party with p-diddy? walk around las ramblas?
a stroll along the beach with the meditteranean lapping at the shore?
no, i’ll just sit here and play on the internet.
i’m such a dweeb.
i was in rotterdam last week and this very nice woman came up to me and said, ‘i really like your music but i find you to be physically veryunattractive.’
to which i said, ‘uh, what?’
and she clarified, ‘your music is nice, but you are very physically unattractive. not at all sexy, no not at all.’
ok, thanks. are all people in the netherlands so charming with their honesty?
i know that i’m not much to look at, but is there something to be gained from reminding me of that fact?
if i could change things i’d be thrilled to look like some hirsute stud, but that’s not the way that things worked out.
so, thanks to the nice woman in the netherlands for making me feel like a million bucks….
moby