At the banks of the Netevalley

I had a day off and went home. My mother, brother, dog and me had a walk in Oosterlo, next to the Nete-river. We had so much fun, it's probably in the 10 best memories of my life. I put it on tape.

Parades never pass my town

Work is going allright, although I'm still very nervous. I spilled some Gini Tonic over a guy's pants on the second day.

I'm still on the waiting list, for the big stuff, the happenings. ( they're not going to happen)

I mean, the lovelife. Sometimes I'm so lonely I wish I was born a twin.

Still I've got to pay my taxes.

I dreamt horrible things about some fat dude with a tumor on his shoulder, with toenails growing out of it like the spikes of a cactus.
Yesterday I dreamt that I found a bloated corpse of a woman in a river, I happened to see it when I walked over a bridge.

I can't fucking believe how much time I spent on that.

I'm such an idiot, I should be reading Thomas Hobbes.

Brain Overload

Nu enkel nog tv en Choco Crispies, please.

Spielberg (2008)