  I've got a headache for a couple of days now and it´s just not getting better or worse. It's not really that bad, just this constant toc toc toc behind my right, and sometimes left, forehead. Maybe I´ve been reading too much lately. I think, I read and finished at least 10 books within the last 2 - 2 1/2 months. They were not all good but once I start reading something I just need to know how it ends and I usually just push on through. 2,3 were quite good though and in that case it´s not really an option for me to put that thing down before I`m through with it. So basically my spare time consisted of reading the last couple of weeks and maybe my head just wants a break. Well, I´ll listen to it for the time being. (Of course, I should get my eyes checked as well but I just don´t feel like going to the eye specialist in the nearer future) Mr. Music asked me to come over tomorrow but I haven´t really made up my mind. He´s been getting on my nerves lately. But the idea of getting away from my family for a few days is definitely something very tempting. Some peace and quiet and on top of that getting laid. Yeah, I might really catch a train down there.
And if he gets on my nerves too much, I´ll go out shopping (I still got part of that reward to spend) . I´ve started to really mistrust him and question everything he tells me. I´m not jealous and if he' s seeing other girls that´s perfectly alright with me but he's been giving me all this talk about who he's hanging out with and that he's in the studio with so and so but he can't get me that one ticket to that festival???
It's not even that (I rather pay for my shit myself anyway) , after all I know he got some connections but all this talk about the music business and shyt doesn´t impress me at all. I´m not interested in it and I don't need or want to hang out with all these people. It's really nothing that I want in my life and if I get the idea that someone is seeking to impress me with that it's a real big turn-off.
You just can't get me with bling bling or your famous friends. Impress me with something else please. (apart from that the sex isn't even all that. I mean it's just plain rough f*cking and that never really gave me much but it's better than nothing. ) And with the risk of getting slapped by my girl, I still miss Michael. I just miss him...STILL! 
