journada 23 and XXIV….

Day 1: write something basic about yourself
Day 2: ten likes and dislikes
Day 3: the meaning behind your Open Diary name
Day 4: Your day in great detail
Day 5: Five places you want to visit and why
Day 6: What band/musician is most important to you
Day 7: Do you read? What is your favorite book?
Day 8: Pet peeves
Day 9: If you could live off of one food and beverage for the rest of your days, what would they be?
Day 10: Picture your desktop
Day 11: What is your favorite quote?
Day 12: Your current relationship. If single, discuss how single life is
Day 13: Three confessions of your choice
Day 14: Things you want to say to an ex
Day 15 – A photo of someone you fancy at the moment
Day 16 – If the world were to end tomorrow, what would you do with your remaining time on earth?
Day 17 – What do you want to be when you get older?
Day 18 – Name the tv show(s) you have become addicted to
Day 19 – The best thing to happen to you this week
Day 20 – Your definition of love
Day 21 – What kind of person attracts you
Day 22 – A picture of what you wore today
Day 23 – A letter to someone. Anyone.
Day 24 – Would you rather date someone plain with an amazing personality or someone beautiful with a plain personality?
Day 25 – Seven things that cross your mind a lot
Day 26 – How you hope your future will be like
Day 27 – A picture of your handwriting
Day 28 – Do you wish for anything at 11:11? If so, what do you wish for
Day 29 – Picture of yourself
Day 30 – Anything you want to post :-

day 23

dad,

didn’t get to see you before you left but i guess we parted on good terms at xmas – unfinished business tied up – nothing really left unsaid i suppose. which is good.

it’s been fairly quite hereabouts over recent times. not much to report. sometimes i’ll be driving home late, following the shiny moonlit road – like that night we took that long slow drive back to glasgow – when like a bursting bubble something’ll cross my mind: a daft fitba’ gee gaw (the latest hilarity over at castle greyskull wi the pretendy rankers) or the latest evil shennanigans of the criminal uber class (errr…. the bankers and the reckless gamblers screwed the country so let’s make the poor and the public servants pay the price – yeah…. that’ll do it!)

you couldn’t make it up, eh?

and i’m thinking, oh i must tell paw about that….. and after it crosses my mind, like a sharp razor, the thought goes and i drive on…. into the endless dark of an eternal night.

the widow twankey is all packed. she’s coming to lanzarote with us next week. she’s still floating in her own choppy ocean. head above the waves, somehow? looking out from these high cliffs on the ragged coast i can just make out the red and green navigation lights ploughing ahead, into the great unknown….

we’ll all raise a silent glass to you, in foreign. and reminisce some, over the scrabble board or crossword. we’ll probably have a good old laff….

i don’t know if i’ll ever really understand but i guess you should know i’m kinda ok now…. and i don’t feel angry anymore.

you do what you have to do….. like kevin mcdermott sang!

i’m going to move on now. from this place where i find my tired old bones…. from where we’ve got to…. let me say “thanks!” again….

thanks for everything, one more time….

i miss you still

all my love

yer wee boy

DIMITRI xx

“see you when we get there, wee man!”

and

day XXIV

beautiful with an amazing personality, please

oh, yeah….. that’s right – MY WIFE!!”

g’night

dimitri xx