Faço anos!!!

I don’t particularly like birthdays. Nor mine, to be exact. I don’t recall the last time I had a birthday party, nor a birthday cake. I’m just one day older than yesterday, and one day younger than t’row, so what’s the big fuss? I never tell anyone it’s my birthday, still I like when friends or colleagues congratulate me. Feels so nice…

One of the reasons why I don’t like b’days (or mine) is because I always tend to think of all the projects I had planned to undertake, and all the ideas that are still well hidden in the shelves. And I tend to feel a bit (too) lonely.

I know a friend of mine knows the ‘gipsy guy’. For the 1^st time I mentioned him to this friend of mine, who told me very nice things about him. I pretended I just knew ‘the gipsy’ slightly. He can’t guess how I feel. If ‘the gipsy’ called me, THAT would be a hell of a birthday gift!

And I keep on dreaming and dreaming… ;)