Author Archives: Dennis

For the first time in my life, as far as I can remember, I’m feeling jealous of others. It’s a very faint, and almost imperceptible, but after some time of wondering what this discontentment was that was seeping into me, I come to the conclusion that I am just jealous of either the success or the posessions of others. This feeling is new to me, which is partly the reason why it took me a while to identify it, and I don’t really know what to do about it, apart from achieve that which I’m longing for, of course. I have to be careful, however, for not falling in the trap of wanting things just because someone else has it. Perhaps it’s because I am, for the first time, falling behind on the curve. I’ve had such a head start on a lot of things, that I was never really worried or concerned…but that might just be the result of a tortoise-and-the-hare situation. Rest assured that I’ll be thinking on this for the coming few days, while I try to expel this feeling, for it’s not really making me much happier.

What a weird couple of days. Nigga JP is dead. Some kid crashed off his bicycle this morning. I went to the dentist for major reconstruction. On my way to work a guy got hit by a truck and didn’t get up anymore.

The dentist told me that this was my seventh 3d-reconstruction and that I’d had second 2d-reconstructions. It was also my fourth and last wisdom-tooth they took out. The codeine is keeping me company.

So for the past two nights it’s been raining heavily here, and it woke me up. Now, those that no me know that I can pretty much sleep through anything, so I was quite perturbed the first night I woke up. The sound of rain beating down on the glas of the windows was just…loud. Loud to the point where I thought that there was a leak in my house. After a quick inspection I didn’t find anything and went back to sleep. Last night, same deal, and I wake up again. This time, I took a moment to wake up more than I had the previous night, so that I might conduct a more thorough investigation. Turns out that it’s not the rain beating on my windows that is making a lot of noise, but rather the rain beating on the domed sun-roof in the hallway of my building that’s making a fuckload of noise.

Elementary, my dear Watson.

For weeks now I’ve been taking the tram to work, and every time I get out at a nice restaurant, close to my work, called Dos. Across from Dos, there’s an apartment on the ground floor, that has a rather large window, with a window-seat. In that window, there is a stuffed dog. And those of you who know me, know that I find stuffed animals hilarious, a la Scrubs. So today, I walk by, and what the hell happens…!? The dog moves! It moved! It’s not stuffed, it’s alive, and it’s been that way all along. That devious little rasckal had me fooled all along!

I knew that dog looked too good to be dead. Just to be on the safe side, I’m going to have a look again tomorrow. I’ll bang on the window if I have to, but that dog will move.

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