My mother reads my blog
My mother called me the other day, saying that she read this blog and that she was A BIT offended. However, after her coming to the Gay Pride, I thought that nothing could offend her anymore!
So, first of all:
HELLO MAMAN!
Then, Maman, you told me on the phone that you spoke with people who told you that, at my age, they "had fun" too! No, Maman, I'm not an alcoholic, I just live in London! No, Maman, I don't jump everyone, I'm just single!
Please Maman, remember your youth, remember May 68!
And Maman, if you want to leave a comment, just click on "comments" underneath.
X. See you soon.
Super Juju at the gym:
Something amazing happened!
The following post is a long one. So it's very personal :)
Today, after quitting smoking yesterday, I decided to go back to the gym because I need to burn some fat and build some muscles. But when you haven't been to the gym for 3 weeks, the comeback is a shocker.
Like an idiot, I started with 2000 meters row. It killed me! To feel better, I tried the so-called sportive drink Powerade but it tasted like shit and it felt like my mouth was filled with mucus. I felt like throwing up, I wasn't feeling good. I had, like, a thunder of bad feelings that struck me all of a sudden: anguish, disappointment... I started losing balance, I wasn't fine at all. I thought that in the 5 next minutes, I would either faint or die of a heart attack, and that I had to quit and go home.
"Quit".
"Quit"?!
"QUIT"?!
I was in some kind of transe and I got into a full-on delirium tremens. I thought to myself: "You pussy! 5 minutes on the row thing and poor boy needs to go home! Julien, you're not the 10-year-old pussy who melt down in tears just before his turn when his parents tried to push to do a judo competition anymore! DID HILLARY CLINTON QUIT? NO!" and I remembered that quote from Rambo, re-used in "Gremlins 2":
To survive war, you have to become war!
I threw away the fucking Powerade bottle, drank the tap water to refresh, wiped my face like a real tough man and jumped on the pectorals machine! I kept going with the dorsals machine and worked out my little abdominals. And I didn't stop.
After three quarters of hour of masochism, I went on the cardio, put on my little iPod and did just that for 30 minutes. Easy and pleasurable. The best thing about that, is that I could think of a lot of things. I listened to (not that it is useful that you, reader, know about it but on the spur of the moment, it seemed very important):
- "Blind" by Hercules and Love Affair (feat. Antony Hegart)
- "Get Innocuous" by LCD Soundsystem
- "Forever More" by Moloko: the real single people's song
- "Sing It Back" by Moloko: just for the lyrics
"I have succumbed to this passive sensation"
And I took quite a few things easier. I will not get into details, all the more as some may think it is quite trivial. I will just say, like French Pop Idol winner Jenifer:
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger!
I start getting into sport. My friends and family are going to be stunned.
Ada and the souvenir from Rome (!!! NSFW !!!)
They were supposed to be for her boyfriend but she preferred to wear them herself:
Yes, it is for me too, one of the most transgressive things I have ever seen.
500!!!
This is the 500th post on this blog!
It's been 2 years and half since I started this blog. Time does fly. It's funny to read your own old posts again and to come to think: "Oh yeah, I did that!" or: "There was a time I was using <table> tags"...
I guess this is the kind of posts in which you're supposed to say something about your readers...! Well, then, thank you all for reading me, I noticed that some started getting interested in this blog and reacting. I'm very glad of this. Because, like every blogger, I like attention. Hee!
Anyway, thank you for bearing this horrible design with YELLOW LINKS. A new version, quick!
In the meantime, I will keep on posting about useless information, meaningless sentences and gossip on my sexual life!
;-)
ROME (5/5)
Strolling
The fifth day... Woke up not very early that time...! But we had to check out of the hotel quickly. We prepared our bags and went back to Trastevere. If I lived in Rome, I would like to live in that area. We strolled quite a lot. We bought the last souvenirs and then we went to the airport. The plane was late and once at the Gatwick airport, we struggled to find out how to go home (!) and stuff… I got home at 5am, completely exhausted. BUT SO HAPPY!
It’s really a magnificent city. Now, would I live there? I think so. The main problem is the state of the economy there. And then, after many years in the very party-popping and gay-friendly city of London, Rome would be a huge difference. I need dynamic cities for now
ROME (4/5)
Borghese, Trastevere... and the guy again!
The fourth day... Woke up early again. We had to run to see the Borghese Museum. We managed to get tickets for only one hour. It’s a magnificent museum. The paintings and the sculptures , the walls, the floors, everything is worked out and beautiful. Crazy! We then walked on the mount of Villa Borghese and I got more sunbrunt than during 2 years in London.
We went to Trastevere, which is somehow the boho area of Rome. People spread their laundry on wires between houses and walls are covered with anarchist posters. This is also where you can find the best restaurants and ice cream shops! We took the touristic menu (like big tourists) and it was really good and really cheap (13€ the whole meal!). We hung around the area (to try and make Emilie meet guys too, hee!) and then, ta-dah, we find Brandon! We got drunk in a bar and I received a message from Antonio saying he was going to the gay bar near the Coliseum. I couldn’t miss that!
We took the bus to go to the Coliseum (we didn’t pay that time), we took Emilie to the hotel and she demanded that I kiss Antonio! (This is a real friend!) So I went to the bar with Brandon, met up with Antonio. We talked about a lot of stuff (clichés about Italians are ALL TRUE, they are sweet talkers) and then the bar closed down so we wandered in the streets and I told him to take me to a nice place where we could be alone. And then, ha ha, he took to a street from which we could see the Coliseum and couldn’t be seen. It was nice, kissing a handsome Italian in front of the Coliseum. Now that’s what I call tourism!!! And then it was 4am. He took me back to the hotel and I passed out on the bed beside Emilie.
ROME (3/5)
The Roman Forum, the historic centre... and a guy!
The third day. Woke up early again. We wanted to start with the Coliseum and we realised it was just a stone's throw from the hotel! We also noticed a gay bar just besides! So we did the Coliseum (with the audio guide), then the whole Roman Forum (it's crazy when you think of how ancient it is!), we kept going with the Capitolium, the Pantheon, the great Museum of the Capitolium (this is there we could see the wolf from the funding myth of Rome, and the remains of... THE TEMPLE OF JUPITER!!!), Piazza Navone (a wonderful church and loads of thieves too) and finally, the Church of Saint-Louis-des-Français. A church for the French. Statues of Joan of Arc, and stuff. Once again, it was magnificent. We took the bus to go home and it took hours to understand how to buy a ticket.
Then I pushed Emilie to come to the gay bar with me, hee! I had told her one hour, nothing more, but there was this guy... He started looking at me so I stared at him and then some dumbass tried to flirt with him and then, HA-HA, a guy giving away electoral flyers (there was only one week left before the parliamentary elections!) disturbed them and I took advantage of it to get into the conversation. While speaking English. With Italians. And actually, Italians speak English, French, Spanish... oh la la! I spoke a lot with my target until the dumbass realises he'd better go home. Especially since that bitch already had a boyfriend (leave some for the others, for fuck's sake!).
My Italian guy's name was Antonio and we talked quite a lot. About him, his feelings for the elections ("I won't vote, this is a fascist country and I will not vote for the left if it's to let it do the work of the right!"), clichés about Italians ("Yes, I do have a strong relationship with my mother.") and stuff. It was nice having a conversation with local people. Meanwhile, Emilie met people in the toilets, American, English, Italian... We chatted with a guy called Brandon, who was American but... Parisian! And then it was 2am , the bar was closing down. Antonio and I exchanged numbers. I was gutted because I couldn't have kissed him and I would have liked to discover the Italian way :D
