Judging that competition is fierce some spam generator had the humour to name its user ID me and google at yahoo dot com. Pretty much like me fucking googling from Yahoo Answers.
My Mac is raining tiny little plastic pieces from the carcas. WTF?!?
It was a white Christmas. A lot of my RSS feed is unread, but since I have not packed and the plane will be taking off in a couple of hours, you can easily see how I deal with my priorities.
I leave you with the remains of 2008. The New Year is going to be tough and interesting, I know it, and I am looking forward to 2010, which is supposedly my year. So, all the best to all of us
So, after the long dry spell, I finally see myself with the money, not all of it, in my account. What is my first thought? Not pay the credit, not pay the debts, and god forbid save some! Buy the freaking leather jacket!
I might just be.
And Merry Christmas and, eventually, a Happy New Year! It’s that time when I don’t have a day that’s not the birthday of a friend. Like my friends are competing with Christ or something (said the religious fearing Christian in me, awaiting lighting to strike).
Because, so far it’s been a year since our love at first sight. And you still rock my world.
Also it’s the birthday of a friend and reader. Happy birthday, you know who you are.
And on top of that last night I had a little bit too much to drink, which lead to being a bad guest and to insomnia again. Let me tell you , Bucharest streets at six on a Friday the morning are pretty lively as I was hovering towards my own bed ridden with hangover.