Missing Martini...

Hey, hello! Great program, but not office (this man doesn't have office! it sucks!). Anyway, I don't know where he left, but I’m here alone, well, not alone with a whole bottle of martini and some rock music! So is good, like a miserable good, but good. So........drinking..Now I understand why the writers use to drink, gives you some kind of inspiration, maybe the courage or the freedom to look inside (or outside) and to speak out loud or at least on a sheet of paper. What did I want to write exactly? I swear I don't know, I just felt an enormous need to write something, anything that might be considered nothing. Just need to write because my mind is running, running so fast that I don't even have time to catch the thoughts and to express them here, clearly and precisely. But this doesn't stop me from writing, on the contrary, is pushing me to write on and on.

Well, let's recognize, didn't have a great time lately, people suck, the world sucks, maybe the life sucks too.. But what can I do? I wish I could change everything...but it seems that God doesn't have the same plans I have (oh, wait a minute, do I have any plans??? I mean any clear plans? damn, you right, I mean, He's right, I don't have any plans, maybe just some desires and maybe some wrong desires, maybe I don't know what I am doing, maybe I’m just being stubborn, maybe I am wrong, maybe I am afraid, maybe, maybe, maybe....all I know for sure is that I want to continue TO BE and I think that's just enough for now, especially at this hour ;) ).

Ok, moving on, or not, who cares, damn......to many thoughts and the conscience is trying to interfere which is bad 'cause you can’t have a good writing when the conscience interferes, you just start thinking if you should write that or not, or you should change and use other words...and everything gets messed up! So, dear conscience, please don't interfere in my writing and stay busy with the bottle of martini, 'cause is waaaaaaaaay better, believe me!

I’m lost in my mind again...good song, he's right, I’m lost again! But I wonder when I wasn't lost! Is it better to be lost or is it better to know every single detail and every single right move, right decision??? I don't know, it depends... as about me, I think I was born confused... confused... I think I like this word, it sounds good!

Well, the man is here and can't write anymore... see you another time, it was a pleasure anyway!