Oct 6, 2007

new me

Gotta learn to do nasty things to others and I refuse to do so.
How can it be that some people are natural experts in the art of being distasteful, obnoxious, and wicked, all at once?

This is something that bothers me ever since I remember, but I believe it is time to try to act like that.

I am hating myself for that. And will try to think it over in a cold shower.
Sorry for ranting.

Oct 4, 2007

3 degrees

While I walked the dog this morning I remembered reading somewhere that with the Internet, there is no longer six degrees of separation, but five.

As one thing lead to another, these are some brief considerations on this:

1 - since we used to live on the same street as a famous Brazilian actress and her famous rock star husband, we are only one degree away from many, many celebrities - not a big deal. The list could include all major Brazilian actors, actresses and musicians. But most importantly it brings me only three degrees away from Mark Ruffalo.

2 - since hubby has been working with model agencies for almost ten years now, we got to know many of the now-tremendously-famous models from the beginning of their carrers (Gisele included). Again, this brings me close to many, many international celebrities. And again, not more than three degrees away from Mark Ruffalo.

3 - since I have friends who work at that famous hotel which cannot be named, once again, no more than three degrees away from Mark Ruffalo.

After thinking for a while, I found out that:

1 - I'm definitely, only, 3 degrees away from Mark Ruffalo (and the President, and President Bush, and many others, for that matter)
2 - I'm most definitely starting to get obsessed about Ruffalo
3 - It is time to focus something else (while I wait for Blindness)

Oct 2, 2007

late night discoveries

Now that's a weird thing.

During a late night conversation with hubby we made this awful discovery. We only love each other. Can a marriage survive only on love? Isn't love the secret feeling people look after their whole lives? Why are we complaining then? We were blessed with our love for each other, right? Not that right.

How about butterflies? And the never-ending doubt should-I-call-him/her? And the anticipation? No more of those? Bah, that's no fun.

We decided we have to find passion again. That terrifying/consuming/crude feeling.
Otherwise, will be destined to a marriage only based on love.

And that's definitely not enough.