T0p D0g Reloaded

We pay to make our days nicer. So I paid today: the car is nice again, the sun was smiling brightly in the sky, even the boys were nicer, walking in the streets, some cocky, some sweet. The people were nice, although not always competent, but they were trying. So, now that my Reddie is well again, I promised to give her a full treat, face lift and all. The only problem is I have to hit the road to Sinaia for a presentation tomorrow, hence I don’t really have the time. Maybe I’ll even abandon her, once more, by the road in front of my building, to run with the big 4X4. The insurance for that car would be indeed staggering at a rate of EURO 1,000 per year. Anyway, tomorrow will be blog-quiet unless I return before midnight. To all my patient readers I bid farewell now.

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Not a sun set proper

but it was quite a show of light

in Targoviste.

I bribed the gas station boy again to let me keep the car there and he offered to patch a black plastic foil on my missing window. Then I went with T&N to Targoviste, where the pretext was to bless their Jag. All was nice and dandy, we were all wet with wholly water by the time it was over and done with but nevertheless worth it. I took two memory sticks of pictures and we returned. Then T&N gave me their 4X4 fully automatic, which was a thrill. My first attempt ever and I had to drive totally on my own. Now I am thinking to abandon my car and trade it in for this one. A traitor, I am. Anyway tomorrow is a long day and I will have to get the police and insurance forms and put my car in service. Then hopefully it won’t be too late for work. In the evening I will head for Sinaia. Tough day. I am so sleepy. Nighty night (I promise to post a lion soon). 

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Yes, I went clubbing. Yes, I stayed out late. Yes, they fucking broke the window of my car and stole my mobile. I am not even angry, just terribly annoyed with going to the police, the insurance, getting a new window and having to find a supervised parking until then. I will probably have to take a picture. Will keep you posted. It is a night to remember.

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So it turns out to be he IS a photographer. 

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Time,

is it plus or minus?

We were calmly counting our fights, most of which I had forgot. You were filling in the details. I could only remember three or four of these. My memory defense mechanism works better than yours. Predictably enough I ended it all with a kiss and a job. A blowjob. I will allow for mixed feelings. We were like two big leopards tired with fighting and decided to mate. We’ll worry about the game later. 

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Now I remember I saw this before having my dream.

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Paralyzed like a fly in your network of silence, my attempts of getting out of the treacherous situation bring me closer to my imminent death. My stomach hurts. I lay in bed hearing every squeak your chair makes. I am tired but I cannot sleep. I am programming pictures to see on the back of my closed eye-lids instead of dreams. Like that I have managed to stay still in bed from 3 am to 8. I have two days. Where do I go? How do I waste them?

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Mixed feelings make a good testing post, don’t they? 

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Why would it be in any way beneficial to remember all the thoughts I had? Like, for instance, the thoughts I had in the car passing next to the leopard commercial next to the bus stop. I was thinking that some things are truly mine and nobody can take them away from me. Like the sun warmed day with its mushroom like smell (yes, I am a poet), like your touch, like my undeniable moments of happiness. I am so upset with you. How more contradictory can existence be? When we will have surpassed our momentary discontent, our moments of hate and happiness will still be.

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I have accidentally peed on my foot this morning. I feel like I peed against the wind, although I was thoroughly indoors.

Stories I will tell someday: the graduate actor rushing six hours to his graduating class by ambulance, driving his way back, no license to make it time for rehearsals for a contract. And again, the following day.

The accountant who brought dates to his boss’ leather couch and was cough pants down by the security officer with a conscience. 

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