the gorillagram

16 October

Today I:

• I accidentally taught the kids to call him a gorilla. They have no qualms about saying (proudly) "My dad's a gorilla". Guilty. As. Charged.
• Dan Eilat here I come! We tried to get in at 7am one morning years ago after being thrown out of Egypt and losing all of michael's money in an illegal lopsided banked casino, but this time we will arrive at a normal hour, with no didn't-sleep-all-night grey shadows on our jaws, and party til 10pm when the moaning kids will force us to go up to our rooms. Oh! The glamour.
• My dad once asked me how I put myself in my writing. This is how I come out in my writing: Choose predefined image settings to set all image settings in one foul swoop. Succinct, to the point, and ultimately replaced with something serious.
• Am conducting research in order to be the official bloger for Tel Aviv's swinging scene: “It’s not that we scorch the sheets every night, but lately we were thinking of mixing things up”
• 1.32 PM. Did youth teach me nothing? What did I think? Getting in at 1am, at work at 6am wouldn’t catch up with me?