I don’t even know where to start…

I just realized that being in love is all what it matters, when I say in love I mean that weird feeling that takes over and make you feel everything is all right, that you are safe, that the blood that travels through your veins is warm and you don’t even need a skin to be happy.

My heart is about to burst out of my chest and I still don’t know where to start. It is awesome to have the opportunity to live this over and over and over again. I told you bipolarity is IN. It goes up and down up and down and I need to admit it I just love it. It is a lifestyle.

A few weeks ago I was begging to let me get off of the train and now I am ridding it joyfully. I even approached a lady in the subway and told her, "Excuse me can I tell you something without making you feel uncomfortable?" She nodded at me and instinctively covered her very pregnant belly.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen”. She responded with a faded thank you and ran for her life and the life of her unborn child, I don’t blame her, there are a lot of creeps on the lose.

Many things real and surreal have happened and contributed to this over the top state I am in. Among them I can count going to Camden Market (a super cool punk rock street market) We walked talked ate Chinese (pretty bad by the way) and bought leather jackets.

We went to the crypt of St Martin of the Fields Church and have tea at five right there on top of dead people, the tea was pretty good.

And we ended up going to Harrods and insanely super wealthy shopping center where the food court is a piece of art, people go and take pictures of it, I was at the delicatessen section and overheard a gentleman ordering some kind of pate, and I realized that I don’t have the social capital to eat there.

It was late and I could only visit Armani, yesss Armani real genuine dresses designed by him (well, not excactly him, but his firm, you know what I mean) I didn’t touch them, I just couldn’t… I needed to breathe so bad.

All these in one day, with adorable Z and his dear family who dared to adopt me. Gosh!!! I realized I am pretty adoptable if I where a puppy in a shelter I’d have no concerns.

Then I was heading back home, missed the first time of the final game of the World Cup, rushed to a pub close to my house the Blue Rose it is called order a bottled beer, just for the heck of it and got ripped off I mean Big time sat down and watched.

The people in front of me were all pretty happy between football (soccer for some of you) and beer and when they saw me all by myself they invited my to joined them. I still pretty paranoid about this things, I guess is because I feel I am alone and they were 8 I think. It passed through my mind kidnappings, murders, rivers, dismembered bodies, religious sects among some other things…they bought me beer and sat me down next to a man in his 50’s with the bluest eyes I ever seen, he was telling me all his adventures in past World Cups, the girls (4) were dancing and singing anything that came out Queen, The Killers, Blondie …

Elaine an Irish girl was pretty drunk and she was giving lapdances to the men in our table, then she got bored and continued with the girls, Italy and France just finished the extra time and they went for the penalties, I was watching the screen afraid of making eye contact with Elaine, she was just dancing with a girl called Sue, then they both went to the bathroom with their hands in each others rear pockets.

I was with Italy so bad, remembering my conversation with Rosano at Israel’s house, he was saying to me that the Italian team was not very good and blah blah blah…Elaine came back it was official Italy is the Champion of the World everybody hugged and kissed, Elaine was distributing kisses in mass quantities, she approached me and kissed me on the lips.

Properly I said good night and good luck and making pretty nice zig zags I returned home.