Silverfuck
The moustache party was kind of cool. I joined everyone at a nation, I had a big buzz. The music sucked, really, but whatever, we danced danced danced. Adrianne had a good buzz too, we finished the party together, dancing on "Fake plastic trees" from Radiohead, trying to show her how a nice french guy usually do to convince the girl...Before that, I was invited to a dinner at Susa's place. Theo and I showed up at her place around 7.30, a lot of people were there already. Of course, we had our moustache, and the first comment we had was: "oh, you look like eighties porn stars!" Why not... The menu was very amazing, an austrian sup to start, delicious, followed by a kind of cheese mixed with oignons, vegetables, eggs and baguette. Then, everybody enjoyed a tartiflette, tipically french (that I made myself) and we finished with delicious lemon mousse. Good wines, good company, sweet place, I really enjoyed myself. Thank you Susa!
I found a mirror yesterday. I looked at me, straight in the eyes. I saw like a lack of confidence for a moment. I saw doubts. I felt like being so down. Like I was not strong anymore.
Then I closed my eyes. I erased all those bad thoughts.
I smile again...
I smile again...
written by lolo/ @ 13:59
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