money was always a taboo for me. for quite long i thought my family was part of the middle class. i never realized the school i studied and my parents paid fully was something out of most Brazilians reality. just in case, there are more expensive places. those for the filth rich. probably reasonable to pay under their salary but not something that would be a little dent. who knows. we never talked about money. in the past i had this feeling of being a beggar among my friends because since my parents never offered much beyond the bus passage, i was always taking rides on taxis with other people and usually i could never buy cannabis to share with my peeps. if i compare myself to my dad, at this age i would already have a paid apartment on the top of a interesting building (it had 16/17 floors and all the others around were much bigger but not newer). why i'm typing this. well, my parents are those dragons guarding coins. both families have money and good lifes but on my point of view, almost everyone lives a relative simple life. they don't travel internationally, they don't drive expensive cars, their houses are pretty good but not mansions. point is: mom stressed me out for going for the classes i have the right on a week (we had a 2 day holiday which the gym was closed). since they paid the plan which allows me to swim 3 times a week, technically i had to go for 3 days in a row. which i thought it was fine but one of the days i would have to wake by the morning. i don't like mornings here. waking at the morning means i breakfast with my family. which is fine. but they aren't vegans and to tell you the truth, starting the day with the smell of eggs usually don't inspire me much. i like making jokes with my parents or sometimes going non-verbal and making tribal noises and try to talk through the body in sporadic encounters. dad gets sad about me mimicking an exaggerated yawn he used to do but with some tribal feeling to it. after mom and i laughing our ass off, i never saw him doing. so at the second day i went into an hour i never tried and considering it's raining and midly cold, it wasn't the most great thing to chase. lucky on me the club is less than a single dozen of minutes by walking. with a bicycle i bet i can make in 3. so i was doing my stuff there and near the end, i noticed this person, which sneezed once. then i noticed she sneezed again in a separate time. i just felt weird. who does that with themselves?

fast forward i don't know what else to expose. once i stole a smartphone of a neighbor. she was a kid and we returned home at the same van (we studied at the same school). she was so snob with that thing. it was pre the first iPhone days, so touchscreens weren't popular at all. she only listened to the radio as she was so noob that she didn't knew how to use .mp3 and whatever that thing had. maybe even GPS! i stole from her at the school. i think if it was a perfect crime, the 2 days i had it with me, i thought about keeping. the next day i threw it at the woods. to clean evidences. the lesson was made. that little prick who thought she was a princess. probably was. blonde. blue eyes and had a rich dad. she lived with her mom. which never looked at my face after the school discovered through cameras who the thief was. i was a kid. the day they discovered me and i was invited to talk with the director i started to cry in the class and had to lie i kicked the ass of a small kid so they didn't thought i was a thief. my victim's mom was a quite mad person. once we were watching a movie with her. because we had what she didn't had (a movie about Brazil's police, quite violent) and at some point there was some policemen with a vest written ELITE SQUAD. Fabio tried to read and sounded like a dumbass and we rolled into the ground by laughing. she expelled everyone out of the house by shouting, super mad. years later she crashed into a granddaughter of my neighbor (the guy with almost 100 years) when she was going over the gates with her fixed bicycle. she got a feet injury which took a lot of time to recover. she now runs triathlons

i guess by now there aren't much stuff left to type about me. stealing a smartphone was the highlight of my crime career. i never did such a thing ever again. of course if you discount i'm using AI at qob. i'm sorry. i promise i'll try to my best to employ some minority if it goes alright. my social duty. to play Capitalism as Fernando Pessoa's Anarchist Banker - it probably won't be a non-profit although. show me the vegan which can go along with me and truly believes in non-violence and non-competitive entertainment. be boring with me and let yourself realize the last violent pices you'll play are 3d platforms just for the sake of studying them (so far i beat Donkey Kong and Donkey Kong Jr.). i also started to play Jussant and Colin Mc Rae (the 1° on PS1) but they are stuck under the less than 10 hours of game-play. lalala. this is my bloooooog. now i wonder about how or if i should blog about my life. congratulations if you read all or most of things here. i don't know how you could stand and i don't know how i feel about myself but i discovered the plan which allows me to swim, in addition also allows me to rock climb indoors 4 times a week. from 06:00 up to 22:00. imagine going for a professional climber career? i bet Johanne would love me that way. crossing my fingers for meeting a hottie on the wall. she belays me and i descent straight into her cute lips saying ti amu. on the first day we met

so i got the flu of that ########-###### ### #####. probably was from her. if she is a her. next time i'll stop and go to the teacher and ask it's me or them. what if this shit was at Covid times. screw you mom for allowing our nomad girl (sister) (she goes partying Friday and returns Monday or the next day) go into clubs even when she didn't had a vaccine? which i didn't took too but when she took it to our house, mom and dad being vaccinated, me and her had to deal with some hours of fever in a day and 2 days feeling like shit. this is probably how a flu variant hits most health and active people. as you can guess i'm not an anti-vax but what a shame 3 companies competing to each other to find the proprietary cure. it says a lot about them and not of me. 1° because if i'm sick i found unfair to go into the public. 2° because i grabbed Termux after this 23:00 to 02:30 period of fever (it's 02:50 now) which to not get bitter thinking WHAT THE HECK THAT WOMAN i meditated lying at the bed while the disease went away. it's interesting to pay attention to shivering mechanisms in the body. it starts very low at the spine. if you pay attention you can avoid them a lot of the times. sometimes their reaction reverberates upwards quite fast and you shiver involuntarily. no way to prevent these. i hate running noses. didn't took ibuprofen to let my army fight but it's good to have it. like this dark bedroom i'm so grateful, you can't even imagine. i must stop being bitter. the only people i raised my voice to talk about veganism was my parents believe or not. maybe because i loved them and thought they would listen. sister never heard a scolding word but i love her too but we are quite different. that smol piece of life uses OSX and iOS. go figure the noob

hope i didn't caused a strong impression. you reading my words and they are the only friend and mirror i had these last 5 or 6 years. also by the way, the cooker hood of our house has the 4 letters (on it's brand name) and guess what. they are the 1° letters of Giovanna's last surname. and the coffee espresso machine is named equally the book that girl i exchanged letters at the end of high-school wrote (the model of the machine, not the brand). QUINCY WHEN YOU START TYPING AGAIN ON YOUR BLOG. I DON'T LIKE THOSE MACHINES. I DON'T EVEN NEED E-MAILS OR KISSES but I WOULD SQUEEZE YOU CHEEK IF YOU WANT TO BE A SAILOR. ME AND YOU AND THE BEACH COCONUUUUUUUTS (she is not even real guys)

12:09 of the other day: this last paragraph was cringe. i reluctantly think about posting this whole Claude prompt. happort turned out to be a mix of a desperate memory book, which tells who am i. which also hopes i could hook Quincy or Idunn or Kathie or whatever. loneliness is a heck of a poison. who thinks over-exposing yourself is a flirt. who thinks like me. i need a baddie ASAP. i woke fine today. nose still runs a bit and my body is tired. won't be able to walk around the streets listening to podcasts but i definitely have the energy and the desire. our bodies unfortunately aren't fungible because if so i would run away to the Andes or California and give my heart away to some cutie with rosy cheeks and if any baddie is reading this, i can also learn handstands if this is the skill which will make you love me