God, some days I think I am romancing myself. Does your head ever play sick tricks like that on you? “No, I don’t want you to date him because you deserve better.” Really now? Fortell meg hvem jeg fortjener då. This is all some game part of me invented to entertain the other half out of boredom and ensomhet.

There is a lyric in Nek’s “L’Anno Zero,” that has been ringing in my head lately:
Stanco di chi mi scalda il letto.
How true.

I’m back to doing what I’m so good at doing: waiting. Men jeg vil ha ham, og kun ham.

I wait for those little moments with him: sul treno, på færja, quand nous buvons, when we stay in silence.
Those little moments and little victories we don’t get enough of: comparing fingers with Mom and remarking how similar they are; that singular moment at Coyote Hills when you take in all that gold and turquoise and boundless beauty; the self-reaffirmation that I deserve better.
Life is tough sometimes–and I don’t mean homeless African orphans tough–I mean that it tears at you, makes you feel lonely, makes you feel bitter and defeated, makes you doubt yourself; but I’m confident I’ll turn out alright.

I haven’t written lately because I’ve discovered the secret joys of keeping a handwritten journal, in Norwegian. I get a kick out of writing in public and on BART now–it’s a great way to think and not worry people thinking you’re weird/retarded/queer.

Meanwhile, I got tired of watching Life drift on past my window and being lethargic and watching Friends all day (which, I might mention–gives you a false pretense of what friendship should be like…right? I sure wish I had a Chandler.) so I decided to get started on a demo album, thanks to Garageband.

Here’s to the little moments.
L’Anno Zero

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