Austrian love, I presume, two years ago
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Old age
Some mistake risk for opportunity
This blog is becoming a boat so close to the shore, that it is running the risk of dry land.
Appearances
Have a seat, it’s not taken. A RSVPed someone forgot to come. Or was it me who forgot the address. Is this a family event? I am so absent minded, OMG!
Sudden confession
I am living the not so secret anymore dream of being able to quit and retire writing and taking pictures, and becoming obscenely famous. Now, please! Then I remember about the rent, the car, the bourgeois little details of my lifestyle, and I resume to going to the office. As I sit there, sometimes pretending to work, sometime delaying things of urgency, I am imagining there is a job that pays tons of money, a job more interesting that mine, and more easy to be done. And that someday soon somebody will offer it to me. In my dream I am taking that job and there is not a trace of the usual complication.
I am in a state of delay bordering stand-by. The first year of the ten I have to show who I am to the world has almost expired and I am nowhere closer. Other than that all is fine. I might decide to impress everybody with my humor and pointless sparking conversation.
As far as honesty is concerned I find it increasingly difficult to speak my mind, mainly because I am embarrassed. But I am compensating with metaphors.
People shopping
So I went out last night, with my best friend. Gay friend and gal hit the down town. She was of course discontent with her looks, apparently not elegant enough for the place we were about to enter. That did not stop us from (a) sitting at the reserved table, not for us, (b) spending all our money on gin and tonic, although we were planning for frappe, (c) update on our respective love life, fuck life and rest of the nine lives we each have inside us, (d) plan buying more clothes, (e) people-shop everybody in the club, and (f) depart stressing we are sick with all the tacky rich people. Or was is just the tacky people AND the rich people? Well, what can I say, I miss being normal. Over and out from Timisoara.
Today early night I am flying back to Bucharest to my unhealthy and hecticly stressful life I have also learned to enjoy. I have a lot on my mind. Especially work is so behind I think I am ahead.
Sunday will be something, with Professor Ball arriving, I have to pick him up at the airport, and pizza with Friends at the Roman Arenas.
And now my mother is taking me shopping. Real shopping. So I must run, opportunities have to be seized. Bye.
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