* There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.
* I know I ain't nobody's bargain, but hell, a little touch up and a little paint.
* I opend my eyes and found myself to be looking at you
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Apart from that, the old description still applies:
Taking tiny steps on a long journy, improving.
*** Making pan cakes. I am not much of a cook and have to rely on cookbook instructions, but my pan cakes rock.
*** Getting by with very little sleep, getting up at 4 a.m. (yes, that is four in the morning) and still feel good.
*** Spontaneous story telling and making up stories. This comes in handy when little white lies (and sometimes, dark and ugly black lies) are necessary. I am not proud of the latter, but I have been known to employ them in the past. I am working on it, though.
*** Learning languages. I will not go into the cunning linguist joke here, but I am rather good at *that*, too.
*** Making ecstasy last long.
Some people do notice my eyes.
b) Much of what David Lynch and Quentin Tarantino directed. I do enjoy some Bollywood from time to time.
c) Shows as in TV shows? I don't watch TV. TV stopped being fun in 1998 or so. Before that, I enjoyed Star Trek (TNG).
d) Most of what is out there, especially when it has guitars, drums, or keyboards in it. Notably I like Leonard Cohen, Depeche Mode, Sophia, The Sisters of Mercy, Amon Amarth.
e) Meat cake (ask me about it, it totally rocks, is offensive to some and could be considered an instant heart attack), or veggie salad.
None of those are clothing items, not even the g-string (which, unsurprisingly, is the only one T9 knows...)
What annoys me more, though, is this implication that there is this clear cut division between week_work_slaving_adult and weekend_party_freedom_teeny. Put different: I make the time to enjoy myself every day, regardless of if I work or not.