hipke, zwipke, cleotz!

Yo, my dear bloody-english-speaking diary.

My life is more and more unbelievable each day. So I've not even the slightest idea where to start my sudden and obscure confessions about the way I live.

I lost a friend - a smart and talented woman - cancer.
I seem to be on my way to become a real Dad - in the end of september, I guess.
I turned out (neck and crop) fucking journalistics, left all my jobs (that was the happiest moment of the worker inside me - that guy got a vacation with an open date, at last) and - trick-track! - unexpectedly changed into a scriptwriter. When my imperishable babble will be movieficated - I'll let you know.

I think this time I shouldn't leave without a picture.
Here it is.

from http://www.coverbrowser.com/covers/worst-album-covers/2