The song from last night

The song from last night...Marco Borsato - Wat is mijn hart

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I trusted words to paper that will never hold it’s tongue.

I’m really not in the mood for anything. Except that doing nothing is very very boring. But I’m in no mood to take action and my hands hurt from playing guitar.
Money count: 4.29 euro. So no going out either.

I think the guy I like has added me to his msn buddy list. I don’t know for sure, because he wasn’t online today. I would really like to go out and do stuff (with him) but I don’t think he would appreciate a call out of nowhere from me to go and hang somewhere when he gets to pay for everything.

Pondering going out to the forest. Maybe walk or cycle a bit. It’s better than watching my nails grow. Tried to call Patrick but he’s not at home and his cellphone’s off. “Hurry up and move out dammit! You lazy whore!” Sent him an sms in the hope he will find my message some day. Something like, ‘hi how are you. How’s the moving out coming along. Grtz!’

Ah well, since the stufi will not be in for another two days TC and I can do little more than wait anyway. I’m just so bored. ‘Lusteloos’ the dutch word is. Having no desire to do anything but being bored by not doing anything either. It hasn’t got anything to do with lust, because I’m lust-ing away here…

Blah. Pathetic excuse for doing something, this livejournal post. Maybe the Dreamwalker fancies a cycle around the woods…
*calling*
Yeah! He doesn’t mind doing something tonight…we’re going to the So What for a drink. Now to full only 2 hours and 45 minutes until I can go there. Sorting out clothes will take off 30 minutes I suppose. Let’s sort then!

1. pluck eyebrows
   
2. paint nails
   
3. do dishes? Nah! Don’t want to. Maybe tomorrow.
   
4. sort clothes
   
5. change into something tight&black
   
6. hang laundry to dry