Hit the JaG spot!

I think I've reached one of those points again and I'm about to cross it. It's one of those that divides time in 'before' and 'after'.

I'm still in the twilight though because crossing is scary. And maybe for the longest time I'll keep saying I'm not moving, I haven't moved. I'm not moving. Even when it's clear to everyone else that I'm way deep into the 'after'.

Just let me fool myself OK? Only for a little while longer. I'm not sure I'm ready. I don't think I'm ready.

I want to be ready though.
That's something.

When I was growing up my dad rammed Juan Luis Guerra down my ears every time we got into the car. My brother and I would often sulk and whine "Not that same music AGAIN" but dad got his way in the end. We ended up loving us some Luis Guerra. So when I found out that he was going to perform in Amsterdam my brother and I surprised my parents and bought them tickets. We all saw the show last night and it was pure bliss!

I just love concerts! The really good ones give me a big lump in my throat and manage to make me cry, as did this one. Everyone enjoying the same music, everyone dancing, everyone singing the lyrics to these Spanish songs probably without even knowing what they mean. I just had to share a moment with my sweet friend Oz, who was missing out, so I dailed her number and gave her a cellcert. Yes, apparently there is a word for that. My feet hurt like hell at the end of the night, but I couldn't stop smiling.

I just had to take this picture to show how tall my brother is. Click to find him.

Also, thanks a lot Gabe and Timothy for keeping my Flickr alive. I never thought anyone would be that fast in helping me out and now it looks like I'll even have extra funds that I'll use to pay for my domain bill. Yay!! You guys made me one happy camper!

My Flickr Pro Account is going to expire in 6 days. I'm not sure if I should renew it. I think I'll put up a paypal donate button and see if anyone who reads this will be sweet enough to send me some cash. I need $24.95 to get unlimited uploads for another year. Hmmmm.

My cousin drove his car into a lamppost when he reached down to get his sunglasses. Airbags went BOOM and everything. So that also happens in real life, not just in the movies like I always thought was the case. He's fine by the way.

If my life was a movie I'd be madly in love with a girl right now. She's be gorgeous, there'd be this constant running fan in front of her so her hair would always be dancing as it does in shampoo commercials. She'd be exactly my height, or my height while wearing heels and she'd only wear skirts. I love skirts. We'd talk on the phone for hours, she'd send me at least eight text messages a day, even if she was in the south of France on an almost 3 week holiday. Her messages would make me smile, laugh out loud, feel sexy and think naughty thoughts. We'd spend whole weekends in bed doing all those foreplay things that straight guys say isn't actual sex.

But this is real life.

An unexpected message left me breathless but only for a minute. Then I was fine again and forgot about the whole thing. And bought new boots! And a very tight purple dress, Daisy style ;-)

But of course it popped up in my head again later and made me think about something my dear friend said to me.

"It's not him, it's something that he triggers in you. Get over thinking it's about him."

I think I just did.

My friends are pulling me thought shit without even knowing it. And I love them dearly.