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 are ancient gods here where humanity survives only at the mercy of the wild. When I look up at the blinding stars I imagine the spirits are draped perplexedly among the pine trees, wondering what in the name of jebus is this little brown girl doing out in the snow.
The time for playing dice with life has come to its end. Frivolity in moderation now, I remind myself. I had lived too intensely in the present the past year. This year the future takes precedence - adulthood finally beckons.
I spend the nights joking with the boys, sweetening the long hours with sprinkles of flirtation, and then I construct bricks of wealth for future financial emancipation - researching, analyzing, trading - well into the birthing hours of morning. Ah, www, you are the love of my life. For serious.
