wibbling

jesus christ, my ex-fling finally managed to write his book. was not too long ago when i was sitting very hungover at anita wronski telling my friend steffi about b. and his attempts to write a book. all the time i've been with him he was getting on my nerves going on about the story and that he would really need to get it done but has no time but has to because his agent told him there was a deadline...
and he very proudly told me the first sentence of the book, which should have been something like this:

sie nahm ihre kontaktlinsen heraus und weinte erst dann.

i never thought he would ever finish it, let alone get started. but a nosey look on amazon.de left me astonished. there is a book and you can pre-order it already. it's supposed to be released in july 08 and the title is zwölf stunden sind kein tag.
what can i say? of course do twelve hours not make a whole day. moron.

in very few moments of loneliness i sometimes think of him and that it actually was funny and that we got on like a house on fire. that was honestly true. but it was mainly due to the fact that we were mostly drunk. it's hard to stand him wibble on about things he thinks he alone owns the knowledge to when you're sober. and i think i had too much of him in a sober state which made me end this whole thing.

looking back not much has changed. he's still smoking (and still horribly coughing i suppose), he still tries to conceal his belly with shirts and woolen jumpers and looking at pictures of him i can tell his smell from them.
even if we had a great time - he was being extremely rude to me and it's good we haven't heard from each other in over 17 months. because if we had i'd have killed him. he hasn't changed at all. except that one can see his gob in a video-blog where he blethers about music and politics and why the world is a bad place. but who is interested to hear that from a bloke that is not even able to clean his flat or get his arse out of a company he's been in for 13 years and defo not pleased with?

exactly.