after a rather mild first half of february, with the joining up of a roommate for 10 days oder so (which is a long and interesting affair). we watch netflix, talk about the end of the world, i witness her neurotic and her frugality of the littlest amount of ingredients (which is very eco-conscious, when you think about it). sober and religious people joining for dinner for a vegan dinner dan vegan ice cream. solat subuhs, work at home sessions followed by zumbas and saunas and cake making and furniture assembling, mai is a domestic person in her element. a pretense, but will this last long?
she leaves, i play board games and invite people for dinner and bask in the darkness.
m** from m****, shouts person-dressed-like-an-alladin, after mistaking me for another. i shall not be offended.
f comes in the weekend with a truck load full of shit. i am greeted by an angry person who says i have not assembled enough people. we are six adults. even n came. the extension or introduction of him to the society, no less in a birthday party.
futon in the attic. my laziness grows exponentially.
walk by the rhine with y and the boyfriend. i can see the quiet calm chemistry they seem to have with each other. we have coffee and cake and borek and talk of everyday life – it is very boring and painful to hear men interact with each other in trying to find a common interest. f and his insistence on jojo the rabbit being an entertaining movie.
office party, to warm it all up. my former boss and colleagues in power rangers suit. watch all those people standing by themselves. das ist mein Geheimnis, weist du?
after a very halal dinner with j at the syrian place, prosecco in a beer mug. 2 am comes, viva kolonia. we took a bet, and he lost, naturally. as i leave, the doorman says i should not have entered. wie meinst du?
i smoke a thousand joints when with n, with bli bli as an unwanted sidekick and primark shopping bags, and frida shows up with her band of friends (bande à part) looking to “blaze” on the couch. the intrusion. the obvious words.
she goes home with her shopping bags, i continue the night. no reggaeton for you tonight, sorry. we arrive and wait for 30 mins before being let in, not before the person in front of us laid out her theory of artificial intelligence being dangerous to society and a tiger lady asking hast du feuer? i have not, sorry.
“ich liebe wie sie tänze”
perkaraperkara 