How can one put a title on this. It’s bullshit! mmm Puppies :D

This post is brought to you by: 

Super Bock beer from the local store.

and…

from YouTube!

So as I was saying, “Life is a box of chocolate”, oh wait! That was Forest Gump 😛 Anyway, it still fits, because “…You never know what are you gonna get”.

I would like to start explaining what happened today. What was my day? Whatever was my day. It was. Over. But how I feel always stays. Its amazing how many feelings you can have. How many different ways per day you may feel. Remember the time you woke up today. Maybe you said something like: “FUUUUCK”. or maybe “Ou, Good morning, honey!”. Well, mine was the first one. So that’s how I felt when I woke up. My day always starts with a fast thought what day it is and what should I do. If my phone isn’t around to write the shit down, consider it a screw up. 

Ok. You wake up, get something .

Interrupt! My Spanish friend Sofia came to change Muse to this: 

Now I don’t know what’s going on… really. 

I wake up get something to eat. Start feeling different. Start remembering last night. Start thinking about last night. If you remember a person who you know, you start remembering all the stuff about this person. If you like him/her you might get distracted a little bit for some time. Then you remember something about somebody else, start thinking, evaluating, trying to understand what was going on there, if something didn’t work out the way you wanted or felt. You stop remembering – You start thinking. First about what could’ve happened if you did’t this, did that. Then you remember again: “What happened, happened” Of course, now you start thinking what to do. what should you choose to do next to make the things you want. To get what you want.

Key phrase: Get what you want!

Sidenote: You completely forgot what you wanted to do when you woke up……………

Sometimes you feel alone. you feel fucked up desperate. bla bla bla. You get yourself together, doing stuff, working, studying. IF… IF you do this alone, by alone I mean, if you didn’t talk to anybody, didn’t discuss it with somebody… I would never do anything 100%.

Today I was thinking. there are many stuff I think about. This particular thing I was “discussing” with my inner self turned out to be a huge disaster. But there is always this baby of positive thinking called: “It’s all gonna be alright, don’t worry, be happy!”. You wish it you think it, you believe it. You are angry sometimes, but you still believe it and think about it.

It’s a story about two little puppies.

Lexi was a young and wild little piece of heaven, as his mother used to call him. He liked to play outside with the other puppies in the neighbourhood. They loved him and he loved them. The warmth and joy that was spreading around together with their laughter was as enchanting and calming as a mother’s touch on a baby’s face. The little puppies in the block weren’t very loud, nor impossible to hear. They were having lots of fun and they were uninterrupted. So happy, you may never say you have been, as they were there, playing games just around the corner, bothering nobody. Actually, as you may have already guessed, it was a magical blessing for the loving family to have such a good little dog. Mother Dilia was really happy and she knew that her puppy will be a great dog one day. She loved to watch them play and think about the future, project the beautiful moments now into even more beautiful in the coming days. As a teacher in the local school, she was very well know and respected lady in town. The other puppies loved her and her really good liver-cookies that she made for them every Sunday. Recipes like this you can only find in an old book like the one Lexi’s grandmother gave to her daughter. Father Lakon was a working dog. He loved his family, but he was always very tired when he comes home. He also played with the little puppies when he had time. 

And there it is. The inevitable happened. Little Lexi grew up. He wasn’t the puppy that everybody knew. He changed. He looks different now, he acts different. Mother still thought that she has her little puppy around her. But her puppy was already a dog that wanted to do something with his life. He had a dream now. Playing in the neighbourhood was not as funny and joyful as it was in the past. So grew up his friends…

With Lexi and the gang, the whole block changed. Nothing was the same any more. The streets became very quiet, only wind was playing with the leaves of the old oak tree where little puppies played every night before dawn. Mother and father were worried. They knew something bad is going to happen. Lexi locked himself up in his dog room, because his bitch girlfriend dumped him for his best friend, because he was barking better at the cats from the next neighbourhood. 

However, Lexi wanted his bitch back. After sometime he actually realised what a bitch-bitch means, when he saw his friend coming to his house like a defeated cat, telling the story of his misery how Mia was gone with an older dog. They drank a few Doggers, good local beer, made in a village nearby. Bros before hoes.

Few months later Lexi left home. Whatever he had in his cat-case, he took it. He wanted to start over. All this seemed like too little for him. Living in the same neighbourhood for him just didn’t sound as good as it sounded when he was a little puppy. Mother was both happy and very sad, because she knew this day would come and her little child will leave her. She knew it, so she kissed her son goodbye with a kiss so warm and loving that a tear escaped Lexi’s eye involuntarily. He wiped it very fast so nobody can see it. But everyone felt it…

On his great trip he found a lot of friends. Discovered new territories, new dog-cultures. Now he was experienced and more wise. He settled in the north, they said that the bitches there are really good looking and he must definitely get one of those as his beloved wife. He didn’t believe this himself, but he needed some time to think and plan his next adventure. So the idea he got from a friend, who he travelled a lot with, sounded like the right thing to do at the moment. 

During the years Lexi became a more responsible dog, he had to do all the things his mother did for him, in the first place, and then starting to live and work on his own. But he never stopped playing, he loved to party now as there was no tomorrow. As a traveller he found many bitches everywhere. He enjoyed their company, so did they. 

Sitting in his room, planning the diabolic trip to the south, he had no idea what is he going to find and experience during his next trip….

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I’m definitely going to finish this story about him finding his puppy/bitch . 😛 I can’t write any more. I wanted to write so many other stuff. I am not sure I remember all of them. I will just continue writing….. very chaotic day/night. my mind jumps from here to there in a millisecond. 

I wanted to tell you about Sofia, she just arrived with my flatmates, earlier this night. Without even saying hi, she solved my problems in a second, like she knew what was bothering me. Well, she knew cuz I told her on Thursday night, when we went out drinking. She made me use my brain, in a very specific way. I answered myself a question that I was asking for long time. and I answered it so involuntarily!!! without even knowing what im doing I…… the answer as always within me. Now i just realise it.

Someone just had to show it to me……….

Goodnight little lemon drops 😛