  so i called louis yesterday to wish him a happy birthday. i'm not supposed to make calls on my mother's card, as you may all know...so anyway, i call him. it's around 1:30 in the afternoon. not too late for a saturday, i think. anyway, he picks up, sounds out of it, and, get this: tells me to call later. what the fuck??? this isn't the first time he pulls this one, so of course i didn't call him, but this has left me time to turn it over in my head (uncountable times). there are three possibilities: a) he was asleep, and the insensitive bastard that he can be, preferred to have a lie-in than speak to his ex-girlfriend who is calling from BRAZIL to wish his sorry ass a happy birthday. b) he was asleep, but with someone else, and found it uncomfortable to speak with the ex-girlfriend while laying next to a naked girl. c) he was at work (it's his first week) and couldn't speak. of course, he hasn't actually written me or anything to apologise, explain himself or just chat.
whatever the truth may be, one thing is clear: i have to get over him and stop getting my hopes up. so, instead of moping around all day, i went to the beach with a ton of people, including my new projet : adam the hot american who used to live in japan. we know the same people from tokyo and has got the prettiest eyes and i won't even start about his body...suffice it to say he has been a capoeirista for 3 years now. tall, tan and handsome...we went to see the streets and public enemy at the tim festival, got soaked through in the torrential rain and had a good dance. nothing has happened and i doubt it will but alas, he's good to look at. it would be convenient, though, cuz he's leaving at the end of november.
oh, he's so hot. and funny and clever: he studied engineering at yale, but he has a heart (he teaches high school). man, all the girls must be totally in love. anyway, today it's pouring again and so i've decided to spend the day in rio sul, the huge mall in botafogo. 
