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I was watching Oprah when…

The telephone rang. I rushed to pick it up. It was a mysterius man…hmmm…

-Allo? said I..who is this? (although I knew by the lack of words that it was him..hmmm..)

Who is it? I repeated, yet again no answer followed, but  his breath now through the receiver..hmmmm…

-Allo?

-It’s me…he whispered..

-“you” who? said I…and laughed quietly at the sound of my words..

-You.. know..who I am…..he said slowly with a deep voice…

-No, I don’t! Who are you?i asked yet again.

-Jeeaazus! Why do you always have to spoil my entrance? he said..Gosh! Are you always annoying like this? for crying out loud already! he said..Boy he sounded nervous!!

-I honestly didn’t mean it..I’m sorry! said I. I promise I won’t do it next time, I added.

-Well…there will be no next time, he said again with his deep voice..He seemed back at shape again- being mysterius and all…hmmmm…

-Why? said I almost spontaneously but with a good reason.

-Oh dear me! there we go again! he exclaimed…

- Why are you always so pissed off then? I said..(I mean, it just slipped out of my thoughts..)

-There is an extra point you just don’t wanna cross…he said

-What is that point? said I…(I just couldn’t help it!!!)

-I already answered that, you goofy! exclaimed he. God you’re boring! he added and hung up the phone on me.

Luckily, cos, I didn’t want to miss my favorite show! See, that night they had those two nice ladies fighting over their husband. In which case, that was the problem -who’s husband was he?..but anyway..that’s another story I will gladly share with you some other time!

Hmmmm….

to my big surprise

The doorbell rang. I rushed to open the door. It was Alex.

She looked so sad! I invited her in. She started to talk right away..

“Every time I go to the fund, I return emptyhanded.

Why should I try just one more time?

To return emptyhanded encore une fois?”

Indeed it was a problem! I could totally relate to that, so I didn’t quite knew what  to say other than..

“Maybe you should cut them dam hands off for a change and save yourself from extra trouble.Maybe that’s the best option..”

“I wonder what would Oprah suggest?” she said.

“That’s the time one calls Oprah, definetely, that’s the time” I told her.

We sat like that for almost an hour and then she left.

why do I even bother?

I woke up today with this awful and so-surprising-for-me feeling of an unbearable emptyness, wanting to simply give a bitter end to this unsurpassed misery. Thus, I had to try and drown myself in the shower (as I have no buthtub) to soon realise disgusted, that yes, and even at that, I am a no-good after all..

Friday afternoon

The doorbell rang. I rushed to open the door. It was a tumor.

I invited him in and offered him a cup of coffe.

We sat quietly and after he drunk up the last of his coffe, he finally broke up the silence, by saying

“You have no chance!”

 I said  ”I know”.

He looked surprised and added as kindly as possible : “thanks for the coffee”! and then he left. an hour passed by until..

The telephone rang. I rushed to pick it up. It was the tumor again.

“What’s the big plans for the weekend?” he asked in a friendly manner obviously trying to cheer me up after his last visit..We chat like that for a while,then said goodbye.

another hour passed by until..

The telephone rang. I rushed to pick it up. It was love.

“Hi D” said she

“Hi” said I.

“wanna go out on Saturday?” she asked

“I’m sorry, I can’t ..” said I. “Tumor called earlier today and we made some plans together”. We chat like that for a while, then said goodbye. An hour passed by yet again until..

The telephone rang. I rushed to pick it up. It was marridge.

“Hello D” said he.

“Fuck you!” said I and hang up the phone on him.

Another hour passed by until..

The doorbell rang. I rushed to make my escape from the window!