Alle Jahre wieder - pünktlich zu Weihnachten - mach ich irgendwas saudummes. Da bin ich im Büro und während ich zwischen zwei Aufträgen eine Pause habe, meine ich ambitioniert herumspielen zu müssen, vorzugsweise mit einem Blog - ohne eigentlich wirklich Ahnung zu haben. Und dann zerschiess ich mir natürlich meinen Blog. Sauber, sag ich.

Sollte jemand bekannter- und/oder auch unbekannterweise das Bedürfnis haben vor Weihnachten noch eine richtig gute Tat zu begehen, Bedürftigen zu helfen oder ähnliches, dann befürworte ich das. Vielleicht darf ich mich - auch wenn ich nicht so richtig bedürftig - aber zumindest hilfsbedürftig bin, auch anstellen?

Mein Problem ist dieses: Layout zerschossen

Das wäre wirklich mein allerschönstes Weihnachtsgeschenk! Danke.

There she was sitting opposite of me in the tram. A young and beautiful girl, skin soft and smooth like a plumb peach, rosy complexion, only very light make-up. No lines in her face. Just very very pretty. Eyes with white without the slightest touch of red, as if she was Photoshop-retouched by a master. Lips painted with a rosy gloss, lashes without a smudge in a deep black.

So pretty and yet so unsure of her own beauty. It made me smile. A bit sentimental too. I remembered when I was the same age, when I was pretty like her, but when looking into the mirror I was unhappy and feeling ugly.

I guess it's always like that. When you are young and pretty you want to be older and think you're butt ugly. And when you are older you realize how pretty you were and there was really no reason why you had to feel so unsure. And now you wish you were younger. And you are aware that in 20 years from today you will wish the same and cannot understand why you felt you look "old" now.

And such, no matter how old you are, how pretty you are, one way or another you are never really satisfied with yourself. Only for short moments you realize that who and what you are at this specific time and moment is really "perfect".

Well, I am not sure if this refers to Grace Davis ..., but that sounds a lot like along my line ...

I haven't yet found anything graceful about aging, actually everything looks pretty unpleasant and ungraceful to me, but since there really isn't any way avoiding this process, unless you prefer dying young, which is something I definitely don't recommend, you better deal with the "side-effects" of aging.

i.e. nasty growing dark hair in your face preferably on your cheeks kind of like sideburns or on your upper lip (I am currently investigating my boyfriend on the subject of shaving), and then of course there is the sagging of your cheeks (aparently all 4 of them) and any other bodyparts which are under the influence of gravity . . . just to name a few

On the pressing matter of facial hair I have started using little cold-wax stripes which also work wonders on the boyfriends back (always a pleasure to find our you are not alone in this). Without lying I can assure you it's a bitch to use these suckers, extremely painful, but also very effective.

Apart from this little "helper" I am still looking into all other aging-matters and assume that if I really find a cure - not only will I personally be pleased - but will instantly become famous and rich, very rich, filthy rich, heck: effing rich!!!

And you'll be sorry, you didn't read my weblog and found out about the cure first-hand, before it became expensive and secretive. Your loss, my future gain :-)

Well, yes, one can dream, right?