fat, not obese

i forgot to say but lisabon, lizbon was lovely, very lovely indeed.





but then we came to this horrible hordid weather and sometime around 5 pm yesterday i got the FEAR
so we got
royally drunk
and stumbled happily home
and i slept for two hours and then decided to shave half of me head tilda swinton style, but swen said no.
und gut so.

the flat empty and looks pretty much sad, with only my bad, laptop and my new radio.
i got me a radio, 3 000 dbahn points, and it looks cute

singapore slinging

last night was not the best idea.

home&away

this summer has been one great big adventure.






i leave in two days.

After many weeks in the wilderness we came upon a strange, exotic life.

said goodbye to berlin, barefoot and sleepless with blisters from jumping and dancing to scissor sisters who gave the best concert i have ever seen and i've seen a few. pure genius. sweat and bare torsos and dry humping everywhere.



best, but really.

day in day out, michelberger is still the best place ever






and
birol ünel has that savage look in real life as well and is much much handsome.

i got a kilo of baklava and kadayif that i juggle to work tomorrow, cuz it's me last day and stuff. and i've just had my bedroom painted dark grey and really everything seems a-OK.
right?

heatwave

most wonderful SCORCHING weather today and a quiet day in the park (no kids).
marion reading psychologie heute, me interrupting reading ads from Grindr and making lists.
back in the flat boxes are piling up and the whole place stinks of cardboard.

pimms in the evening, park tomorrow and then a mid week hiatus to berlin.
i have it all.


apart from this lad from cork

bring on the sunshine (and the weekend)

this little fucker did something very strange to my hair and it is now slick, straight, shiny and very much anna wintour like








and i think i hate it.


twas a peculiar day.
bought boy jeans (by mistake), as in mens jeans, but somehow they fit.
and packed my first box

Dornbusch romance

on me way to work this morning i saw the most peculiar thing!

peculiar as in sweet&cute albeit in frankfurt terms of sweet&cute, which means also a bit bizzare, but overall hey! thumbs up.
a plain white A4 stating in print that she (blue shirt, black skirt, short brown hair, reading a magazine) saw him (grey tie, blue shirt, light brown hair) on Juli, 5th at 8:05 waiting for U1 and that she would much prefer if he would mail her.
somewhat too much in-your-face, not so charming, impersonal, but nevertheless cute.


not nearly as cute as this one though:






cafecantona, leipzig
Gästebucheintrag von _mila am 8.9.2008 13:50:39
möchte wissen
wie der nette kellner heisst
dunkle haare, groß, zurückhaltend und trotzdem präsent..

doof hier? nee..mutig.

jut.




or this one

Tuesday, April 6, 2010
-w4m - 28 (Chelsea)
You: tall, brown hair, incredibly voluminous moustache, blue/green checkered shirt
Me: tall, blonde, wearing all black and Burberry rain boots
I boarded the uptown C train at 14th Street at around 10:50 on Tuesday morning. You got off at 23rd. You were staring at me. Hard. You're really really really ridiculously good-looking.


courtesy of http://missedconnectionsny.blogspot.com/

I have never been sent a message like that,
but
after many months of hin und her and almost getting there but not really, I fell quietly out of love on Friday afternoon and it feels good.

appetizing tease? fuck no.

i refuse to photoshop food but this looks pure disgusting




more like fat dripping ribs and salty fries
less like honey-caramelized turkey breasts and grilled yellow pepper
(i'm so suave, bite me)
which it is

anyway, tomorrow's lunch (left) + leftovers (right)


at work today i spent a ridiculous amount of time going through my lotus notes and deleting private and not very work-related emails.
i will miss you and your limbs controlling department.

sunday becomes eclectic.

as much as i love food, i hate the idea of a sunday brunch in frankfurt cuz it's just plain stuck-up and stupid in a pretentious little prick way.
so we ditched the plans in favour of some greentea japanese cake (that looked like soap) that we ate sitting on a dirty sidewalk in bornheim. very posh. made fun of niels, who has a hot date (?) in landesgartenschau in a small village outside of frankfurt. he, in return, made a point of ridiculing my dungarees and scorning me for wearing them in public.

that garden show made me think of alan titchmarsh and charlie dimmock.



i bet she'd wear them dungarees.

i tend to get mean, bitter and opinionated. soz'n'chips

contrary to what is expected i am very much pre-opiniated, predjudiced and
biased.
plus intrigued by candidates dress choice on a 33C fueled friday afternoon
(no aircondition).
furthemore, since am already neck deep in political correctness (or the
lack of it) i dare say that german women tend to dress appallingly in the
heat

scissor sisters have made a mindblowing record. takes you straight to the
dance floor and back to how i imagine the pre-aids era. sweat, sex'n'dance.
amazing record really.

i wish i was a gay man.

i'd wear short denim cut offs all the time. actually all the boys should wear denim cut offs all the time.