Smelly tax

I read that London's in for it. Heavy downpours everywhere. Here we get heavy sun downpours, as it beats mercilessly so. And tomorrow will be worse, at least the MET office says so. The world's gone mad and we try to keep our sanity. I hate summer, it makes you rot. It depletes your energy, and your make-up. It makes some people stink, although the same people stink in winter, they now reek of fried onions. Not nice. There have been some people I've met along the course of life who are synonymous with the smell of unwashed bodies. They maybe get away with it when it's cold, but not now. Maybe they should pay an extra tax, yes the government should tax them heavily. Because if smoking is not allowed in public places because of the smell, then what about these peoples' stench? Maybe then they would rather trade the tax for soap and water and contribute to everyone's living happily ever after. Swearing is rude, then so is smelling like rotten vegetable soup. Clothes should be washed, no nobody should wear a vest twice in summer, that is so rude, impolite and inconsiderate. Man invented washing machines not just to take up space but to do their job. Victorian times are over, we're in 2007. So in the same way we have no smoking zones we should have no smelling zones. One good thing about being alone most of the time in summer is not having to put up with smells. I remember the people who smelled very well. I don't see them anymore, so I don't smell them, which is nice.

Anyway I'm sounding like an ad for shower soap and deodorant, but really man invented those too not to sit prettily on a chemist's shelf. So to all the people out there who maintain their personal cleanliness... thank you. To all those who don't, please do not cross my path because I'm so sorry but you will get the end of the stick from me. Because if people seem to have a right to comment about everything, including being big, then we have a God damn right to not accept smelly people. Ditto.

Blessings

Dear blog, I'm back to you for comfort. Just to unload a little, you're too nice to say no to me. But I'm not bringing sadness or anger or exasperation with me today. It's just high time you knew about my blessings. What God wants from me in this life is still a mystery, and perhaps life has mishandled me sometimes, but it's also given me pleasure, intoxicating pleasure, and happiness. Ok so I've not been blessed with money, money doesn't make you happy, that is very true, I've been through that and not even all the money in the world would have made me happy. Love. Now they say you're lucky if you find true love once in your life. But twice, three times, four times??? I will never understand hostility between ex lovers. the one you once loved so much becomes an enemy??? No no no, the fire may die out, but the friendship still holds. At least it should. But I am here thinking about the future now, and there's love, as in LOVE whatever form that love may take.

So I bring you my blessing. It feels like 16 again. Porque ha sucedido otra vez, esta cosa loca llamó el amor, y estoy tan agradecido, muy agradecido. Hablaré con usted luego mi amor!

Carwashed

So I didn't come back to my blog, but I still had a restless night. But I got up on time for my scheduled car wash appointment. Loads of junk in my car, now it's showroom shiny, squeaky clean, and it really squeaks it's so clean. Mood today, indifferent, except when I think of Spain, then the sun comes out!! I have a feeling someone's spying on my blog, it's an uncanny feeling which is into my dreams, . But spying is good, that's what a blog's for... spying. No problem, I'm no pirate.

I'm trying to focus on the good things in my life, loads of love to go around. Loads of nail lacquer, nail art, cosmetics, clothes, shoes, jewellery. Some habits die hard. My Spanish is coming along quite well too, I can have a two minute conversation before freaking out. Change, a lot of that's happening, but change this time round is good too. A few uncertainties, but that's ok I suppose, nobody can fortell the future for real, although I suspect some voo-doo is probably happening. But I'm in the light now, so it can't touch me. I'm being good, counting my blessings, and I have been blessed again. Have to go for now.

Hasta la vista babe!

Night and day

I am a night person. Daytime is just successive hours of lethargy. Come 9 pm, it's as is someone is breathing life into me. And I am totally allergic and scared of garlic. Just like vampires. Except I do not sport fangs and drink blood. Hell no way. I cannot even watch a horror movie right till the end. But I still don't like day very much and I cannot even bear to look at garlic. And that worries most chefs, I've had chefs come over from the kitchen to my table in desperation saying something like, Madam, I cannot cook your fish without garlic, it's going to taste bland. I try to reassure them, not successfully, but the fish has always been all right. I don't want to taste the garlic, I want the fish or whatever's cooking. If garlic was a staple ingredient in all foods, chocolate included, I'd be written off as anorexic. The most beautiful cuisine can be ruined with just a hint of garlic, at least that's what it's like to me. The stuff will never come into my house. Fullstop. Oh and onions, I hate those too, but I can look them in the eye although ingesting them is a no no, no not even for a million dollars, seriously. And I'd have to find someone, not very much in their right mind, to offer me the million dollars first wouldn't I?

So that's my food fads. As for now, I'm deliberating whether to call it a day or a night. Not sure if I should try and get some sleep or else wait for morning. I guess it'll be another not so good night, sleep is one thing which doesn't come easy. Let's see, maybe I'll try resting in an hour or so, if all else fails.... then I'm back to my blog!