Personal Diary: aprl the thirtieth two thousand five

This is the best of times, this is the worst of times. I was sincerely going to call my so-called girlfriend, GV, and meet her to make things up. We were supposed o have our four month anniversary today but I haven seen her for most a month. I received a call, it was my ex-girlfriend, L, she was just outside my house with her english teacher ad her class mates, they didn't have a place for the class, so she called me to use my pace. I lent it to her. While the class was in progress I was browsing through FARK.com just so time could pass and these people would get out of here. Not really. After the class L, my ex-girlfriend, almost invited herself to stay with me a little over fr lunch, but instead we made love. She told me we were just fiends, nothing more, and we went out fr lunch to some crappy russian restaurant on the corner. She told me about her having problems with her boyfriend. We had a nice talk about it. then I left her home, just three blocks from my apartment. I have a hamburger from burger king in front of me waiting to be devoured. I had some wine ad just cannoty believe thuis actually happened to me, a gorgeous girl had me for a booty call. Dear Playboy...

Personal Diary; April the twenty ninth two thousand five

Have been away for a while. I finally got rid of that stupid lame ass excuse of an operating system called Windoze, I am now blogging from Debian GNU Linux. I have always believed your computer is a reflection of your own mind. My windoze operating system crashed every two minutes, even after i just reinstalled it, and that was happening with my mind, I was in a depression, but I got myself some occupational therapy, I found a way to install Linux with some floppy disks and my cable connection, It was not easy and I still cannot hear anything from the sound card, but I haven't had any malfunction. In one hand I have just isolated myself from the rest of the people who live around me, everyone has windoze in their computers except one, who is on Mac OS/X. I guess that will increase this overpowering feeling of alienation from the offline world, nobody I know uses Linux. I have the game urge to go out to the sun and feel the touch of some skin. even if it is some filthy mighcrosoft mind-slave. By the way, it is great to be blogging again. I have some dates the following days, so i'll tell you all about it, specially my blind date.

Personal Diary: April the eleventh two thousand five

This was supposed to be a happy day, today I received my paycheck, but I have to pay the electric bill and I opened a bank account. I tried unsuccessfully to withdraw money from my retirement fund, but I gotta be sixty years old to do that. screw them. Today I remembered an invaluable lesson, I counted on that money so bad to buy a new computer (i am blogging from my brother´s laptop) and it was all an illusion. It is better a little, but real than a lot, but illusory. Alexandro Jodorowsky wrote that and I learned it today the hard way. I better continue my life without any pretentions or illusions. I have some money, but it is mine and I can do with it whatever I may. SWell, gotta go to work, see you later.

Personal Diary: April the tenth two thousand five

April the tenth:
Listening to Portishead while drinking some beer, this is my idea of spending a sunday afternoon. Reading: Werewolf: The Forsaken and Broca's Brain by Carl Sagan. I wish I could post this from my regular computer, but it is FUBAR, it won't even boot anymore. I am stuck in my brother´s laptop. I don´t know how to blog, I guess I will only keep it as a diary. Here I am trying to make some sense from my life. I promised my friend Perla I would post submissions to universities in Spain or England. The only thing I´ve got is an essay contest. I am thinking about submitting to it, I already have the subject, Perla´s ex-husband, Jorge Kuri, commited suicide almost a month ago. I should write some kind of memorial, he was a great writer and he always stood up for me. For that I need his documents and his fammily won´t disclose them. Perla is trying to convince them to facsimile them and give them to us. It is so difficult to create a dead man´s memoirs. One year ago I was going to do the same, but I didn´t. I guess working towards his memoirs are a good way of dealing with it. Tomorrow is pay-day and I have millions of bills to pay. My so-called girlfriend is complaining I don´t pay attention to her anymore. and she is right. She is a schoolteacher and I am a writer (mebbe a wanna be artist). Today I discovered I need a girlfriend who is into the arts, such as myself, and is able to give me some feed back. I really don´t know how to blog, should I post my images from photoblog? well, I don´t have any pictures in this computer anyway, I don´t wanna bore people with my cats´ pics. should I flame Bush? no, that's so last week. well, see you tomorrow, I guess.