His Royal Orangeness Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit and the midnight full moon.
I'm feeling a little bit depressed. So last night, His Royal Orangeness Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit dragged me for a midnight walk after a double vodka cola to clear up my head.
Lots of questions - what to do next when the money runs out (prostitution? drug dealing? porno? Philippine politics?), where to move to next to earn a little living (Hello, Finland/Sweden/Norway, can you please hire me. Southern France would be nice too...), why is my CV very short and unimpressive, why do I look fat, blah, blah, blah, blah.....
Eric Idle wrote a very good song for the movie The Life of Brian "Always look at the bright side of life..." and thankfully just humming it makes me feel a lot better...
One should always count one's blessings.
Also, I still get to see two of my crushes everyday in college. I used to fancy a third girl - she's pretty, speaks with right accent, has a nice pedigree, and was incredibly sexy from behind while wearing riding boots when I saw her at lunch. Unfortunately she turned around and on her left hand was a tall cup of Starbucks coffee. Total turn-off. She's now off my list. Drinking at Starbucks once a year I can forgive, but dragging along a tall take-out cup and letting the world know "I'm gullible and stupid. I paid half the GDP of Zimbabwe for this consumerist piss poor drink" is unpardonable. Well, I'm happy with the two crushes and they give me enough reason to daydream.
As we all know, when men stop dreaming, that's the end of him.