Bohemian

Hello dear blog. Uneventful day today. Sunday, I don't like Sundays very much because nothing much happens. But I won't grumble because I'm not about to forget what happened two Sundays ago in a hurry. But life's become too mundane and something has to snap. At least I hope it will. It's like a friend once said to me, when things get really too much then something has to give. But maybe it'll give and it'll be worse, I cannot say. Life is ok, I just want something exciting to happen, like maybe win a lottery, but then I never play the Lottery so that cannot happen either. I suppose hitting 34 is making me think a lot. It's like halfway through your life, and I still have expectations to be fulfilled. 1. Have to quit smoking sooner rather than later, it's a disgusting habit I know, but one which is difficult to face. 2. I have to work on not shying away from new people as I do, it's like a better the devil I know, but it's limiting. I need more people, but I hate bars and trudging through the main entertainment spots in the early hours of the morning. And I'm too old now to try my luck at the Playboy Mansion:) Not that I would have anyway. I hate women who are dumb and can just get away with indecent exposure. I mean indecent exposure is quite welcome when it's the right kind of time and place, but I think brains do it better. Sex lies in the brains, well not necessarily, just for a one night stand brains could be non existent, but not for more. I wonder what's going on up there in a lot of people.

I'm listening to Gypsy's Lament, I just wish I could include music on here in the same way as I can include pictures. It's powerful music, raw emotion, as only gypsies know. We can only sit still and marvel at their passion. I'd have loved to have been born Bohemian, but one doesn't exactly get to chose where and to whom one is born. But there must be some of that in the blood. So fiery, so emotional... and maybe that's where sex lies... in gypsies.