First, we gonna do some charity:
I have promised to put this on tonight for a friend. There you go: http://www.freerice.com/ check it out, it’s really funny and if it helps, so much the better. (Actually, I don’t think that giving rice to them will really help them – they will not be hungry anymore, maybe, but still undernourished – you can’t eat rice all the times! But that’s a different story…)
And then back from the serious things in life to the more non serious ones. I did a joke to a workmate today. Actually, he doesn’t know yet, but he will surely find out tomorrow.
The rumour was around that he is a fan from Baschi. But of course, it was only a rumour as really no one on this earth would admit that one likes him. (I don’t either (like him, I mean), but that’s a different and a long story I will not tell here…
). So I ruled all my contacts (in fact, it was only one, but it sounds better…) and got him a signed and dedicated autograph (thanks to the holy donor for being so quick and for not forgetting it!) and put this in an enveloppe on his desk, without message, early morning, so no one noticed… hihi…
The person he has under suspicion of doing this was not there today, so I’m really looking forward to his face when he finds out that it was not this one but another one! hihi…
hihhihihi…
You might wonder why I am not writing songs with my drummer… Yes, this poor guy has to go to bed because no one can cope with only six hours sleep in four days! So I sent him there and now I’m just daffing around at home with too many sick ideas in my head (but I won’t tell…;-) ). Searching my next victim for a joke…
So the funny thing about funny things is that it’s so funny…
No, I did not have any drugs… and I’m not drunk… I’m just wondering how I can ever sleep tonight with that much energy in me. Will find out soon, it’s already 8pm.
something else: to all girls, please: one should NOT wear high heels if one doesn’t know walking with them!!! (too many of them in Zurich…)
Again a catchword! (my new favourite word, as you may have noticed) I remember once being on a show (actually, this is a girls story, as boys will not understand what I’m talking about anyway
), can’t remember for whom I hald to walk, but I still know that it was in Lucerne at the casino I think and it was quite a big thing. So we there, a bunch of newbies and a bunch of more experienced ones, me with this damn tight Gucci skirt I couldn’t even sit with (don’t even think about breathing! Really! I was all blue in my face after the show!
) and these laced high heeled boots that made me so tall I almost hit my head at the ceiling. After hours of choreography, tortures of make-up and hairdressing and not being able to breathe and not being able to taste from this lovely buffet (why do they even have catering when they urge you to wear clothes you only dream of eating???), we were standing backstage, still one minute to the show, everyone nervous as I noticed that the rubber of my heel has disappeared and only the pin was there! holy moly! I already knew how slippery stage was with rubber! How would it be without??? I was just praying that I would not fall down like this or like that.
hihi…
but of course I did not and all went nice and I even came out of this Gucci thing again, as I feared, as it was sooo tight, that I would never ever get rid of it again…
This was one of the 7′958 stories I already experienced in my loooong life as me. Maybe one day, I’ll have another talkative day and I will tell one more…