albertine

so enough with cryptic updates.

due to tragic financial situation, I had to accept this week of work in milan. at my ooooooooold workplace. in milan. wich is, a costume rental-making atelier. please stop even THINKING " oh that's so cool". it is not. you mostly get to realize that creating a character is a matter of stereotypes. if you want the public to think that she's a good girl, you'll have to dress her in a certain way, if he's the type that cheats on his wife, well, he will most likely look like this, and so on and on and on. A lot like real life. plus, the public is not that smart-o. so you have to make it even MORE sereotypical. Plus, the public really LOVES certain characters. So I get lost in this endless hallways full of clothes, looking for the proper outfit for the Diva, or the gangster, or the whattafuck, a million timew a day. there's not much more variety than serving at tables or making drinks in a bar. but I guess variety is a privilege of a few.

tonight is my last day, wich makes me happy on one side, and totally scared on the other. I am going to HAVE to deal with all this bullshit I have been told and I have been telling myself for waaaay too many years, and oh well, it's been a week that all I want to do is JUST sleeep.

I met this gipsy lady last week as I was on my way to milan, she stated that I am cursed, hahah, PLUS mostly I have sex but there are no feelings... dont we all, I guess...well, since when I met her I was in a pretty weak senti-mental state, I absolutely agreed and I immediatley had her to put a counter-spell on me. so she had me tell all these magic formulas in a weird language in the middle of the Rome train station, and well, the cops came, because I guess it was a REALLY weird scene, so she couldnt really FINISH it, but she reassured me, that I should be all set.