Cakes Made From Cheese

Another autumn

Well, this is definitely dead, so that now it feels free to write to taste anything stupid. Write
the likely fall in Madrid more livable than elsewhere, but still coping: I go to every social event-ethyl-cultural that I can (and in this city is kicked out of that), I have moved and I think I will change jobs (again).

This work-as-usual is becoming (in parentheses: more than three repetitions of whatever it is called habit. More than three repetitions a day of anything is called routine. More than three repetitions a day of something that you really like is called addiction and in this world, it seems the first two categories are a good thing and the third is something wrong, we are well of fools. I close my parentheses). What he said, a habit: every year, for five, I change my job.
I'll keep on until 2011, which have 35 and either destroys me in Logan's Run plan to save society the sad spectacle of what might be my old age, or I'll go to the middle of nowhere with an occupation type of professional coach, pilates instructor or something equally absurd as not to work hard, you can spend all day in sweats and paste wins easy ...
The fact is that to survive the fall, I need to change. Help me to distract from the fact that we approach the end of another year of my life and besides, once one gets lazy and does not or anything, really, that I change my city, I leave you the fuck up, I leave the gigs and you stay there .... mmmhhh, remains one of a gustico ...
Man, there are always naysayers, we rabble, who say that if that is because you are not happy with your life, if you're a satisfied, if it is better to learn to appreciate what we have instead of always looking for something else because that is never happy ...
I still think you have to be a little dead child inside themselves to lower expectations before 40, but hey, that would be a lengthy discussion as to keep it here, mostly because discussions with oneself is called schizophrenia and and has enough with what you have.
And I did not think that change is good. I say (I tell myself, we, on this blog dead) that would be better not to want more changes, finding a niche in the world, as sought by protos Brooklyn Follies, Auster (and were) and feel you have reached who no longer want to change it because you where you want to be. But when you find that site, rather than standing up for so long that already have ...