I am such a crier; I never have had problems with public crying. I love the city that allows me to cry on its streets without being mind. It is such a romantic image walking along with black tears rolling down on my checks.

Every single answer I have received yesterday was NO so aggravating…I am a fighter Dear C let me steal it from you…but apparently in this system of numbers, titles and prestige if you are enrolled you are a person, there is no other way… so constraining, so detaching, so divided, so sad, so isolating. Damn system! I should’ve figured that out at this point of my life. But when I was comfortable, warm, fat (I still feel I can loose some weight), and had a good pair of sunglasses…who damn cares? If I could only say stop the bus, this is me!.

Well British bureaucracy has been quite interesting, if you think about it… this is the Queen Mother of all bureaucracies, they still use rubber stamps, who in the world used them? Only them…I have been running around with pieces of paper collecting rubber stamps and at the end they told me: well so sorry darling you are not enrolled, you are nothing!

My maniac-depressive personality is taking over and it is exhausting, one moment jumping to touch the sky next crawling under the furniture. You know that you have problems when you start considering cleaning as a fun activity. I need a sponge bath so bad, and maybe doing the Hustle would help me, bell bottoms pants kick serious ass, as a matter of fact I am going to go to find me a good pair.

Something that I have learned is that eyeliner is soooo underestimated. I met the sweetest thing ever her name is Shanti a hindu girl who swims with cool-mom and me. She has those hindu eyes and she knows it. Eyeliner is never enough.

She is all smiles and being with her made me realize how rough and rude I can be, people call it street smarts, I call it not trusting anyone not even your shadow. I wish I can be like her I kind of obsessed with her (just a little bit), we both like swimming, we both like jewelry and I am using a lot of eyeliner since I met her.




She gets to the pool wrapped in her gigantic towel, her swimming suit (that by the way they call it costume hahahaha sorry I can help it) is not small either and she smiles and talks more than she swims…She is all stress out, she is getting married to a very very white English gentleman with a dark bitter humor (is that redundant?), he is great. When I asked how many people they would have she said 30, only 30!!! Honey give me a break! My mom can cook a banquet for that many people in one afternoon, without sweating. She even would have treats and favors to take away. Everything is relative I guess, I had 100 guest in my wedding and I only called 3 persons, Mexico is great!

I have been calling the internet company to fix the probl and nothing I actually have spent an hour on hold, American Costumer Service where are you? Awesome-mom told me that her friend spend three weeks trying to get hers fix…ohhhh noooo my life is over!!!

I went to the National Gallery to see if maybe art help with my condition and I did! have you notice that the painters of the XV to XVII Century were obsessed with the Bible, have you notice that some of the stories of the Bible can be kind of sexy? a least there is a lot of nudity involved...good for them!!! I certainly approve that.

I saw two things that I would ever ever thought I would... one) the Van Gogh's Sunflowers...How much does it cost? and two) the painting of the chair and his pipe...wow I had a t shirt with that painting...it didn't survived my mom's obsession to whiteness and is nothing theorical it was just bleach.

Remeber the rooster, I feel horrible because I complained about him and I haven't hear him in two days OMG!!! those bastards had him for dinner (and not as a guest :-S) I am becoming vegetarian, yeah yeah!!! I know I have talked shit about them, but just the thought of killing the bunnies to eat them it makes me sick, I think I never made the connection that the chicken salad comes form real walking breathing hot blooded animals oohhhh God!!! I feel really sick...Where is the rooster you bloody murderers?