Morgwll

1 - Wrestlers travel a lot, mostly on weekends, so don't plan anything on your free time.

2- Wrestlers are often bodybuilders, therefore they wont eat normal food. Having dinner with them might turn into an utopia.

3- Wrestlers often follow the rule "What is in the road, remains on the road". It means that they will cheat on you no matter what almost every time they go away.

4- If a wrestler is taking steroids, usually they will just think about three things: lifting weights, having sex and picking fights. Only one of this things is good. The sex part turns into bad since it makes rule number 3 more likely to happen.

5- Wrestling girls come home smelling of other men's sweat.

6- Since wrestlers are so likely to have sex around and get hurt during training and performance, you can also forget about sex when they come back home.

7- Your wrestling girlfriend often will deny to have a boyfriend or even know you, with the sole purpose of getting new bookings with the promoters... You can imagine a whole range of other things they can do for bookings too.

8- Since wrestling belongs to the show bussiness, it wont be convenient for them in some point not to even be seen with anybody in public. So, as soon as your boyfriend/girlfriend starts appearing in magazines and tv you are out of game.

9- Wrestlers respect only each other. The mere fact that you are not one of them will cause you to be inferior, less atractive, less intelligent or even belong to a lower part of the evolution chain acording to their thoughts. As long as there is another wrestler around, you are not fun anymore.

10- Wrestlers end up really fucked up in about 10 years time, their bodies full of contractures and broken bones that never heal. They can even break their backs, so you will have to cope with that too. In adition to all mentioned before, who the hell wants to bother with such people? Even going out with a prostitute is less hassle. At least they have a lot of spare time for you and you know that if they have sex with somebody else, it's just work and they wont lie to you about it.

I have been going out a lot lately and now I am facing forced rest, since I runned out of cash.

I guess my body is a bit angry at me and eventually I get few seconds of hangover even without drinking anything but coke or water.

So, this last days I had my doses of cinema, "nightwatch" and "the brothers grimm" have been the highlights of the week. Going also through my anime collection and finishing watching "the vision of Escaflowne" and "Samurai Champloo".

Other than that, quite busy organising my new "My Space". For those who want to have a look at my work: http://www.myspace.com/morgwll

Add me if you want!

Take care.

XXX

About a week an a half I splitted up with my ex-girlfriend. She was kind of gradually leaving me. I seemed to be the only one taking the relationship seriously.

Now I feel sentimentally misguided.

I am probably acting like a slut to keep my heart busy... feeling guilty, I guess.

Normal people just breaks up and try to recover. But I am concerned about the strong temptation of going back together, to the same thing.

In some point I will have to tell the girls I found somebody I really like, whenever I find her.

How am I going to manage?. I hate that part. Aren´t there any vouchers I can give away? Like "I´m sorry darling, but you haven´t passed and we should remain friends"?

I hope soon I will stop being so extremely bored. My heart needs to beat harder and my stomach is empty of butterflies.

SAD.

Hey everyone... here is mine

Your Social Dysfunction: Normal Being average in terms of how social you are, as well as the amount of self-esteem you have, you're pretty much normal. Good on you.

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This is my result from "Sin City quizz"

Predictable, isn´t it?

You scored as Marv. You are Marv. You are very strong and somewhat of an outcast. You never take kindness for granted and would do anything for those who are good to you. Though you are strong and able to easily scare others, you often second guess yourself. Make sure to stay around those who know and accept you and try not to end up in prison for one of your admirable vengeance crusades. </td> Marv 90% Dwight 85% Gail 65% Hartigan 65% Jackie Boy 63% Nancy 45% Shellie 35% Becky 30% Yellow bastard. 23% Which Sin City character are you (new version)? created with QuizFarm.com

Speak of the devil. Part one.

The date: 31 of July. The time: 10:10 pm.

The party: "Black Mass VIII".

I arrive at "The Marquee" thinking of getting some hard time.

I was ready. Ready to find hell on earth and the so-called "Satanic Sluts" spitting hellish feminism from their gargantuan egos. Ready, also, to see some friends amongst them, but mainly ready for the worse. I had my head protection, my boxing gloves and a bring-the-pain-on look in my eyes. I entered, the music was good, well mixed and fresh, but difficult to follow, as usual.

Disappointingly I found out that Dischordia was holding the entire party on her back, if not saving the whole evening, with her stunning perfomance. Morrigan great too, but a bit distressed by the flashes (really unusual from her, I must add). The charming Morgana didn´t turn up and the rest...well, to be honest, I don´t remember their names, so many they have become.

"Let´s watch some Lady do whatever nasty stuff on stage, at the rhythm of NIN´s most heared songs and pretend we have a six-feet-tall hard on". Does it appeal your friends when you try to bring them out of, let´s say, the Devonshire arms and leave aside their watered down pints? Let me think...

But just calm down boy, because if you are single, good looking and want to get laid, better grab a beer at your local pub, since is mainly a "girls only" event. You would be luckier finding women at the bottom of detergent boxes.

"Dress as if your soul depended of it" is one of the most useless sentences they can advert with. I have seen more people in the burial of my old dog, and the bar was emptier than Calista Flockhart´s cleavage. The mood of the people was a bit misplaced too, like waiting for somebody to suggest a better plan. Luckily for the party, it runs in Soho and there are not many more alternative places around, and for the time you get to Camden Town you cannot get more booze.

What I cannot understand is, how a party like this, in its eighth edition, still needs some undressed girls to go out to the streets and call up even the tramps to fill it up(ok, the haven´t done it yet, but give them time),so membership enforced in a near future? I don´t think so. They are likely to begin to pay the customers to be there.

In fact, you could (only if you are a woman) win a bottle of red-absinthe. Never think of being considered rather than a money dispenser, ego-pumper, mental-wanker, misery-enhancer, spun-producing piece of male scum. But if you don´t try to be nice there you are better treated (all this bunch of doesn´t apply to well loved photographers, dj´s, or Nigel Wingrove).

Of course, all this "Cabaret" finishes there, and the few "satanic sluts" who don´t take themselves too seriously and believe their own movie ALSO have boyfriends and else. Yes, I mean people they don´t feel embarrassed to show around, being kept at the end of the phone list like the new hardcore-Mother Teresa-dildo in the hidden box.

And on this mood, smiling vaguely, with the feeling of a fighter whose contestant didn´t turn up, I left. They managed several performances, different from the past ones, but cyclically meaning the same once and again, edition after edition, devil winning over angel, wickedness over innocence... blah... blah... blah...

As "Pinhead" said in "Hellraiser III": "Father, you have such a narrow view of what hell can be..."

Signed: Spider.

Good news, everyone.

Since midnight at X-tro I have a girlfriend. Her name is Aline, and I am going out with her... again :)

She is the sexiest, most beautiful, sweet, caring, funny, feminine, warm and a million other things. She is just the best. I am just in love... big time.

Do I sound funny? Well, I bet I do (he he).

Signed: God.

For whoever likes weebl and bob cartoons, here is one specially funny:

http://www.weebl.jolt.co.uk/get%20well.htm

enjoy.

Yes, I´ve done it too.

Here it goes...

Don´t you have the feeling of being friends with the most fantastic people in the world?

After certain age I had the chance to select the best persons and turn down the "less-convenient-to-have-around" fuckers. Some even still say hello to me, but that´s not the point.

From here I want to make public that my friends, my friends-flatmates, my friends-co-workers and everybody who unfortunately is away are, in fact, as necesary to me as food or air and make my life dreamy, even when it´s rainy.

Yes... it seems that little by little I am again having the feeling that I am in the right place at the right moment of my life.

This goes for everyone who thinks that everything you learn is useful and constructive.

A list of the things I regret to have learned in life (or why your magic wand doesn´t work anymore).

I regret to have learned many things, amongst which kissing and sex are some of the most dissappointing of all. I hate to know the three wise men don´t bring you presents in christmas. I hate to see behind the masks of my smiling family and to have learned secrets about them that are shattering the few best memories about my childhood I had kept with care. I don´t like to know that most of the girls who ever are interested in me have collected already several telephone numbers per night before they get mine. I just learned not to trust the sweetest words and just smile and assume that that´s just the way things work.

I was so much happier when the world still had a place where possibly dragons existed, when I dreamed to be a hero (instead of the villain I have become) and played by myself in that lonely windy beach during what I called "the station of the passing clowds". I remember whe I thought I was supposed to fall in love once and for all with somebody and stay with her forever and ever, and things could happen like in the movies in black and white. So many dreams of a kid that never grew up older inside, but more complex and tough.

Mmmm... anything else... yes, I never learned how to forgive myself.

I don´t know what I ever wanted to be. I don´t even know now. I had learned so many things I was so much happier ignoring... and I have forgot the way things seemed to me when I was completely in love with this city. You guys are my family, that I haven´t forgot.... and I hope some of you remember me sometimes.

May Gods bless you all.

I´ve just decided I´m allergic to models... I get a rush when any of them is around.

At first I wasn´t sure if it was also about any other kind of person acting like really important (by important I mean somebody rich, like a celebrity, not important like somebody who finds a cure to cancer or HIV). But apparently it only happens with people who need to have thousands of pictures taken in funny poses to even feel believable. It even happens with the ugly ones who pretend to be models.

I am aware that many of my dearest friends are, sort of, models, but those KNOW they are valuable people even if they lack a face... I´m ok with them, I wont get alergic.

We all know what I´m talking about.

Let´s try to open this website, for instance... mmmm... satanic... satanic what??? Let me have a look... mmm... these girls... Oh, gods, there are so many... And these faces... I know these girls! There are ALL girls here, even my sisters, my neighbor, my flatmate... MUM???? I think it´s not the best website of gothic-fetish models, after all.

Ups, I´m starting to feel itchy. I better switch it off if I don´t want to start scratching everywhere. Aaaargh!!. See? that´s the allergy.

(^_^)

If I had some hair, I´d be pulling it right now.

I have finished the mnemonic course of Japanese only to find out that for some people is more important to learn the name of the parts of your car rather than the parts of your body. I knew how to say eshaust (haigasu paipu) but didn´t know how to point to my own head.

So in case of a car crash, I would be visiting a mechanic rather than a doctor.

Then, I have good news and bad news: japanese is very easy to build and it lacks of future form, which is the good news for a foreigner. The bad news is that for every time you have to conjugate something you have six ways to do it. And you have to pick the right one. Because there are important differences:

- You can do it in the fomal/respectful way to talk to your boss...

- You can do it in the polite/neutral way to talk to the people who you don´t know...

- You can do it in the informal way to talk to your friends, family...

And on top you have to pay attention to the fact that men and women talk different. So I cannot use the word "atashi"="I" but "boku"="I"...


I would shout out of anger but it´s not polite.

I think I have been overdoing it with japanese this last week. But I need to keep my mind busy.

Anyways I think that one hour study at once, three hours a day is being a bit tiring at the moment. I forgot how the outside world looks like.

By the way, does any of you guys know how to spell the romaji of "That´s a lie!"? I just have watched Kill bill vol 1. and got very intrigued.

Thanks.

I found a funny picture last night

I prefer to call it in italian "mangate una patata"

http://www90.sakura.ne.jp/~yozora/vp71.jpg

Enjoy.

Yay! My japanese is growing fast. I hope to finish my first book in about two weeks.

Now I only need a japanese girlfriend to give me hard time 24/7 in japanese, so I have giant drops of sweat rolling down the back of my head.

Weekend at last. I´ll have work to do=money and it means lots of things.

My friends haven´t stopped going out to the same place, making misery of it. I cannot join them because I don´t find any sense on getting pissed every day in a place that is supposed to be fun for me in the weekend. It´s pointless. What will be left for me on sunday?. They don´t get it. They go out anywhere else on saturday while I´m at work. And I like my job. I hope they understand why I don´t go out to that place during the week...

...in regard of this, some of them came with me to some cheap-non-alternative place. It was sweet.

Great, I spent the whole day downloading songs from Malice Mizer... and videos too.

How come the girl I feel more atracted to belongs to this band and is not even a girl at all, just looks like one. That doesn´t say much about the girls around.

But since the times when kabuki theatre was the mainstream dramatic fashion in Japan, there have been many she-men who have been chosen the most beautiful woman in town, not only for their beauty but also for their manners, style and specially for the way they move. It´s what I call "to be atracted to a woman in an artistic way", and most of men were unanimous. Back then such event use to make cry the entire feminine population of a city.

Not so strange if you think about it.

If I just think about it for a minute, I think that as long as doesn´t go bald too soon and doesn´t become too much of a bitch towards me, I wouldn´t mind at all.

I don´t have any brain left.

But I have managed to find Lenore animations in flash. They look soooo cute.

It's been a while since I stopped writting columns for living... good five years nearly.

Should I go back? It sounds crazy and unexpected. It sound like one of my doomsday plans, going over and over again and leading nowhere.

AM I READY TO GIVE THEM HELL? WELL, DON'T THINK SO. BUT I HAVE A FEW NAMES I CAN THINK OF.

And many of you, kids, will wonder where did I get such idea from. Well, little ones, I will try to explain.

Fist of all, I am in a rotten city full of rotten people.

Second, I am rotten enough to write. Only need some dope...

Third, I finished reading "Transmetropolitan", the whole lot, in one go. Sixty comic books in one go (for more info, click on http://www.transmetropolitan.com). You'd find funny how much the protagonist, Spyder Jerusalem and I look like each other.

Should I turn into somebody like that and fuck up the world? Hummmm... let me think about it.