day in a life

I am writing an essay about Les Fleur du Mal and I absolutely love it. This is my kind of poetry, I have been talking about reading Baudelaire for years, and I mean YEARS but never did cause I am not a fan of translated poetry but I am reading it for school now. I could choose from 25 books, plays and poems and I just fell for Baudelaire, I am really slow I guess for not realizing it earlier. 'Une charogne' is one of the most beautiful poems I have read, this is the kind of poetry I'd like being ...

today is a big day on the ice, it's Öskudagur (ashwednesday). Every kid dresses up in some costume and sing in stores for candy or something else. My boy went as Darth Vader, he got the costume a year ago but last Christmas his dad gave him a new mask with sound effects. He has never been this quick getting dressed.

anyway, yesterday he woke up at six in the morning and wanted to make a Doctor who board game. He did, I was very tired all day cause I had been reading the night before ...

I just read my blog from the other day and besides some hasty grammatical errors (or forgetting words) I realized I always have at least one comment about not wanting to be single. I sometimes think I sound very desperate. I love being alone like this weekend my son is with his dad and I take a long bath every night with wine and a book, I love that. I just get lonely sometimes and that is normal of course.

I have always felt a bit maladjusted, maybe that is something everybody goes ...

today are 17 years since my dad died.I found myself thinking about the time my mom told me he was gone and my reaction as a 9 year old. People told he was in a better place and he wasn't sick anymore but at the same time everybody cried and I really didn't know why since he was in a better place. It's odd how this affect a kid, my brothers had totally different experiences. Anyway, I was just thinking about this and I remembered yesterday when I was getting my boy ready for sleep and he grabbed ...

Here on the ice we don't celebrate Valentines day, except a few idiots who think they can borrow holidays from other nations without any cultural references to our little island in the middle of the sea. Anyway, I am not a valentines day type and my ex hated that cause he loves celebrating things and going out and stuff like that. To the point now, I am gonna share with you a few wanderings from my son about who is compatible with his mother.

My mom was visiting the other day and ...