a morning jog along the quay. Contrast shower and cup of green tea after. Starched shirt, a few drops of “Armani” fragrance, menthol gum and I’m ready to conquer this world. My baby is already waiting for me outside. I filled her up just yesterday, sorry if I cut you off or neglect the red light – “big Daddy” is going to work!
Today is the rehearsal day of this shitty female performance and I am the only man. I hate it. This role is too primitive for me. Why the hell I always have to play lovers?! Maybe I would like to be a serial killer or a multimillionaire... Hell no! They tell you to play Elizabeth’s lover, who is being killed at the first act. Ew! These “actresses”… I’ve fucked all of them, but none, none could impress me. Disgusting…
I usually dine at “PAUL”. Pretty nice place and food tastes not so bad. I want their new waitress. Her name is Diana, right? She’s got alluring hips. Today or tomorrow?
I adore my theater at dusk. Especially when it is a premiere night. When I play the main role. Romeo! It may sound pretty banal, but I doubt that someone can play it better than me. Everyone knows it. Taste of applause and shouts is unforgettable!
I am sick of peonies, roses and similar crap. Don’t you feel sorry for them? They fade automatically as soon as they arrive to my home. My apartment is a flower cemetery!
Night stroll along the quay with one and only Debussy. I think I have to go on holiday. Bali? Kenya? Nepal?
Must-do post in Twitter about my perfect life before bed.
Good night!
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