living the lovely life

that thing with whitney sure didn´t last long. not sure all of you even knew it existed. i feel like a complete idiot for even giving that a chance. but honestly, fuck that shit i´m already over it :-)

wednesday night, went to a free concert claudius was putting on in lovelite. and blah blah blah i end up in the archway of an old church on rigaerstrasse, making out with a cute irish boy, after a 10 minute cab ride to wedding. spent all of the next day in bed together, holding hands, watching old movies with tony curtis, like the sweet smell of success. spent the next 3 days in bed together. so sweet it makes me sick. we sit on my roof deck in the morning after i make him breakfast that we eat in bed. drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes. holding hands still, not saying anything. we both comment on how nice it feels to just BE with some one. no artificial fluff conversation necessary, "it´s like we´re some old couple that has been together for 50 years..." he says. i just smile and he kisses my check and takes another cigarette out of his pack of pall malls.

i´m happy right now.