reality really has so damn nothing to do with reality

so yep another monday another start in the week.After being in the park all afternoon and getting raped by a bee(Yes you read right raped, believe me they don´t have prickles they have evil gigantic penises and they fly around and rape you, that damn bee was flying strategically between my legs for quite sometimebefore finally attacking me in an unattentive moment) I decided yesterday later in the night to still drag myself out of the house, even though my knee looked as if I would have elephant disease or something like that. So I walk over to bar STO to visit my neighbour Moritz, since he started working there . I took my laptop with the resolution to work on the bathtubqueen (my childrenbook that I end up talking about the whole time but not really working on efficiently), but I ended up gossiping with Moritz and the guy sitting next to me , while flipping through the pages of Loverbob, Cosmo Der Spiegel and the daily newspaper(what a mix...). Anyway I waited till his shift was over at one am and then we walked home, stopping to get some thai food and continued walking. we ended up at my place watching Monsters inc.( dragging boys to my apt to see childrenmovies is kind of perverted you think...but remeber its research not slacking off in front off a screen- Just love that excuse...hhaha)eating our thai takeaway and I eventually passed out on my shabby mattress that Iam still too broke to replace by a bed, at something like 4am, only to be woken up 4 hours later by those damn handicraftsmen who are trying to fix the gas since 3 month and guess what they couldn´t make it…so at noon I had a job interview for a job at the IFA in Berlin( fair for consumer electronis and home aplliances...yes that damn humanity can never have enough of that junk) ,arrived waaay too late. And damn its always the same type of women who who hire the staff for those fairs , that sort of women who go to the tanning waaaay to often whose hair are waaaay to blond, wear waaay to o much make up and who talk waaaaay to much about natural make up and how it is important to sell yorself but stay natural and well I could tell you endlessly how ridiculous it is and that they will always keep on looking for their own Austin Powers styled mini-me but I guess you get the gist: reality ( and with reality I now mean the reality of the average working person) has so damn nothing to do with reality… but yeah I know boring boring boring . Iam home now, still listening Amanda Blanks new album " I love you " on and off to end and yes I know I already posted the video on facebook weeks ago, but the song is just too good and so much better than the original LL Cool J babbling so here she is with the amazing Santigold:

Iam off to watching some episodes off the fifth of weeds until I am tired. Ahh what can I do Iam just boring...

so I kind of had the urge to start blogging again, but keep my fiction apart from it. So yes, big time changes. I feel kind of getting in touch with my inner child again and started watching loads of cartoons and well you might think Haha from skipping work, canceling appointments because you are to fucked up to watching cartoons all day great leap kyriako. Congratulations, but well it is indeed kind of research since yes its true Iam writing on a fantasy story and well to fullfill some cliches the time from age 1-8 were my happiest and well I kind of do not see myself as Peter Pan, do not worry there, but I do wanna sort of combine Kyriako the happy child, try to laeave out the always in trouble-getting expelled from high school-changing high school 8 times, abusing substances, leaving home with 17 for the big city with great expectations but ending up again in nothing but trouble and debt Kyria from age 12-to lets say 22 ( yep I know the average puberty is until somewhat until age 18 but well you know I admit to be retarded in so many ways) And whatever Iam in best company anyway just think about Larry Clark, Michael Jackson, who couldn´t get over there childhood/teenagehood. So anyway Iam trying to find a healthy way here. Anyway my favourite so far is Watership down. I just love how it deals with death since the death of very close friends has been such a subject in the past five years. So well I never had a big relationship with my grandma in Portugal so Iam only confronted with the death of young people whcih is even sadder, but anyway as cheesy as it sounds: Watership down, the brother lionheart all that stories have an amazing way of dealing with death by incorporating fantasy and well I kind of miss that thing that you can just make up new realms and stuffs when you need it or do not really have explanations or can not really except the given explanations. And this sounds so negative, but when you think about it everybody makes up his own realm, let it be something like going to the office every day to sit oon front of a computer - has soooo nothing to do with reality, so why not actually come up with something more beautiful?
anyway, there you go getting a glimpse of where I am right now, enjoy Simon and Garfunkel plus the inner child with its own way of dealing.: