Angel

Not too well today, so I take to my blog. A blog is always so reliable, maybe boring in that aspect, but it's comforting to know that although there is nothing spontaneous about blogs, it's always there. Like the best of friends. Maybe it's nothing but PMS and it'll pass as it does every month, but maybe it is because I feel so twinless. Because I miss my twin and this is silly, he's only been away for two days and he's coming in two hours and I will be there to pick him up. But right now I miss him so much, and I miss Jan so much. Jan with the eyes which understand, the way he knows how to hold my hand and make it all right again. I just want to be a child and be surrounded by the people I love most. I just want an angel to make it all right again. And maybe I want my own angel but I am so scared. I will be 35 soon......no let me rephrase... WE will be 35 soon. That sort of takes out the sting a little bit.

J & J BAYWATCH!!!!!!

I think this is a picture of Dwejra in Gozo. I'm not so sure but it seems to be so. But then can one be really sure about the background when the forefront consists of a Baywatch picture. I think I am dreaming and I don't want to wake up, it's a Joseph and Jan Baywatch pose.... enjoy!

Tha Magic of Jan

My blog says you shouldn't cry, but smile about it happening. It's difficult, because although it is not over, it is still sad. Sure I am happy about it happening, but how I wish I had a magic broomstick. Or maybe an out of the body experience, something like that as long as it would allow me to travel in one second. Now I remember why I remember so much about two years ago. It's the same thing now, it seems time is not very good at making one forget. Time is just about acceptance. And so I will accept it this time round again.... and shift my ass to the lovely Czech city with the lovely man in there. Ditto!

Beautiful

There is something magical about people connecting; about two people instantly feeling the other. It happens so rarely, for some it just never happens. I am lucky because it has happened, and again, and again, and again, and again last Tuesday. The conversation, the politeness, the just looking into each other's eyes and knowing what there is. The holding of hands, the tight hugs, the special kissing. A blond, beautiful, more than 6ft, oh my God. I feel I have really met God in the heart of such a special person. Prague.... here I come!