I like to travel, read, write, dance and pretend. At the moment I am suffering an insufferable phase of self-aggrandizement, premature maturity and lack of wit.
If you think you can help me out of this funk, write me at idaman.z@gmail.com
There's a snowstorm scheduled tonight guaranteed to reduce the world to the anonymity of white dust. I fight off the shivers with cigarettes, Guns N Roses, liquid courage and my father's poetry.
I finally understand the debilitating loneliness of his words. When the universe outside is so silent you should forgive me my conceit of being the only person alive on this planet.
Oh don't worry, I have not lost my sense of humor. Been practicing my dry British funnies with regular bits of Blackadder and Fry & Laurie. Left the Viennese couple in stitches at dinner with my borderline vulgar mind puzzles. No wonder I'm getting super lucky tonight jeng jeng jengggg
