dear diary, trying to get awake

Posted: October 26, 2010 in diary

with 2 liter coffee and 21 cigarettes. my bones feel like a apple pie. but i feel good, i think so.this morning is stressfuly.

my sugar has toothache, my son gets teeth and i get headache. pffft! after feeding my son i want to go in the city to boast with the pram and to do something like to buy a new book and so on. afterwards i have to work, yes, project from a dishwasher to become a millionaire is going on!


Dear Diary,

Posted: October 25, 2010 in Uncategorized

Don’t leave memos lying around!

dear diary,

Posted: October 25, 2010 in diary

so, no i’m ready with tidying up. i want to cuddling with my 10 weeks old son phillip now. he is pretty like me. this is 100% my son, yes. smart, beautyful, slightly cracy, ok, dad is clinical insane.

whatever, i love him, my ther 4 kids too. but i see them rarely, i work too much. i hope i have free at saturday and sunday. then i spend time with the kids, the dog, the cats. oops, of course with my darling, almost forgotten.

phillip is just testing the volume of the diaper. see you.

Test post

Posted: October 25, 2010 in Uncategorized


Posted: October 25, 2010 in Uncategorized

test post

dear diary,

Posted: October 25, 2010 in diary

i slept through! shit! max, the golden retriever, awake me.not because he likes me, because he had to pee.

without coffee outdoor, cruel!

for that my breakfast was delicious, fresh bread rolls with honey. yam yam.

and now:i want tidying up my flat. yeah! pffff…. and listen while techno music. bam bam bambam.


i have the day kicked in the butt!

Posted: October 24, 2010 in diary

closing time! thank god! i’m exhausted like a porno star after a 90 minutes film shoot but he had probably more fun.

this was the 5th day i had worked. that was the half.

9 hours per day washing up is a hard hard job. and i’m a little big sick. i have probably spoiled my stomach. yes, in a 4 stars hotel. fuck….

i want to write so much but i have no energy to do it. 

i still smoke 20 cigarettes and  then go to bed. i would snore so loud that my neighbors start to cry like a little child.

tonight i dream about a wonderf….zzZZZZ