Yes, yesterday, but you know me! I am late, it’s a distinctive trace. My five blogs are:
http://grafic.lucianmarin.ro/
http://mintea-de-ceai.blogspot.com/
http://brainmix.blogspot.com/
http://alexandrina.bloghost.ro/
http://orson.sweblog.net/
Happy
Blog Day, everybody! I hope you spent it in the mild sun, with long breaks from work, procrastinating, and enjoying terribly good meals in excellent company, like I did.
So what do you do when the running water is either brown or cold? You are in a hurry, you have to wash, because you cannot afford to smell, not even remotely, or even more so. And you kinda hope nobody will want to sniff your undies. OK, if they do, it’s their fetish, so you need worry no more. Unless it’s my boyfriend, and than it has to be detergent like clean. But we are getting side-tracked. I do like long showers and bubbly baths, but I will use a cold wet towel if I have to.
You have to clip your toe and finger nails, but you are already running late for the meeting. Go for the obvious facade like choice and clip the finger nails, even if toe nails have already been hurting you for the past days. Impression is more important then pressure.
Lately I am thinking post-like. Should I be worried? Blogging is affecting my brains.
Not always in the mood to pick out the hair in my nose.
This is a later edit and first draft translation of the original Romanian text below.
Kicked off texts but not finished, lost in My Documents jungle, autumn has started munching the margins of the leaves, you cannot find one street without fallen leaves, it’s here, and I’m being hit by melancholia, I am thinking about anniversaries. My brothers’, whom I have almost forgotten about. No present. Not to him, not to somebody else. I don’t even know what present. I will eventually forget all about it. I am getting ready for the summer school; they should call it by a different name, but who has heard about fall school? At the seaside! One year ago I was having my accident and then I had planned to write a postcard for PostSecret, which has never happened, although I have clipped some stuff from a magazine. I got carried away, far away, forgot about it, to think how I have been strolling through last year’s raining, it’s good to have a car. It was a beautiful day, the day I took my car back, in Brasov, even if the air conditioning was not working. That is what I like best about my car: running, air conditioning and the music. I was driving windows rolled down, a nice drive and I have slept for one afternoon in V’s bed, at her folks, and I felt like I were truly human, that’s how beautiful their place is!
Yesterday I tried reading “Queer”, but not having finished “Junky”. The pleasure of reading has left me, all that remains is the taste of obligation and a stone instead of my stomach. Time pulls me on a track we both know, what we don’t know is who is the victim and who the executioner, we hold each other into our arms, and we’re desperately kicking each other’s legs. I should say “It’s just memories I am left with” and I should feel like the elderly. Smile. I have invented the English word “criley”, it’s a smiley that’s crying. Criley. And then I brighten up, I remember how she was hopping, like a bead getting loose from its thread, beautiful and crazy, and for a split second I would’ve wanted… And then again I am aware it is not worth it, it is as good as it gets.
I’d like to hold every one of you in my arms, I miss you, even if you are here, and I feel like beating you for not having the time.
Yesterday I loved everybody.
Texte incepute si neterminate in fisiere Notepad ratacite in jungla My documents, toamna a ros marginile frunzelor, nu e strada pe care sa nu gasesti frunzele cazute, a venit, ma apuca melancolia, ma gandesc la aniversari. Pe a fratelui meu aproape ca am uitat-o. Cadou nu i-am luat. Nici lui, nici altcuiva. Nici nu stiu ce. Pana la urma o sa uit. Ma pregatesc de scoala de vara, ar trebui sa-i schimbe numele, dar cine a auzit de scoala de toamna? La mare! Acum un an, faceam accident si pe urma am planuit sa scriu o vedere pentru PostSecret, nu am facut-o nici pana azi, desi am decupat niste chestii dintr-o revista. M-a luat valul, am uitat, si cat am mai umblat prin ploaia de anul trecut, e bine sa ai masina. A fost o zi frumoasa ziua in care am recuperat-o de la Brasov, chiar daca nu-i mergea aerul conditionat. Asta imi place cel mai mult la masina mea, ca merge, ca are aer si muzica. Am mers cu geamul jos, un drum frumos si am dormit o dupa-amiaza in patul lui V, la ai ei, si m-am simtit ca un om, atat e de frumos acolo!
Ieri am incercat sa citesc “Pederast”, dar nu terminasem “Junky”. A plecat placerea lecturii, am ramas cu un gust de obligatie si de piatra in loc de stomac. Timpul ma trage pe un traseu pe care il stim amandoi, nu mai stim care dintre noi e victima si care e calaul, ne tinem in brate, io si cu timpul, si ne tragem la gioale cat putem. Sa zic “doar amintirile mi-au mai ramas” si sa ma simt de varsta a treia. Zambet. Am invetat cuvantul englezesc criley, adica un smiley care plange. Criley. Pe urma ma inseninez, imi-aduc aminte cum topaia ea, ca o margea scapata de pe fir, frumoasa si nebuna, si pentru o fractiune de secunda as fi vrut… Si pe urma stiu iar ca nu merita, mai bine nu se poate.
As vrea sa va iau pe toti in brate, mi-e dor de voi, chiar daca sunteti aici, si imi vine sa va bat fiindca nu avem timp.
Ieri am iubit pe toata lumea. Smiley.
not me holding you!
What other words?
The picture was taken with
her camera, it has
Adevaratul Mitzi somewhere in the hiding and I decree it was truly an awesome day.
I sometimes wish my posts would write all by themselves. You would then learn about my colleague from Geneva who pops in the office during his holidays at home, prying his nose into all our computers, even as we are there, his yellow teeth making him creepier. So we talk about him when he is gone. Gone like the day, without any major professional accomplishment. You would know I have been seriously procrastinating and you would know I would pay the price. You would know I was enjoying my friends’ company and fighting over a stupid stubbornness at the same time. You would know like I do what I had heard repeatedly from all the tables in the vicinity, whispered into mobiles: “I am in a garden and it’s so beautiful!”. Isn’t it amazing how even complete strangers can agree on something? You would know I have had to explain the route myself or hear it being explained two or three times. Each time the person called again for more details, once a part of the road was covered. And finally you would know I am doing something I thought I would never do: carefully reading a particular women’s magazine. Character by character.
This is one of the presents T brought with him from Brussels.
I have slept like a sack of potatoes during the night and I have finally waken up too late. Choosing between the coffee and the exercise routine was a no brainer.
Checked the text messages. “Walk in the park” and “Still nothing. I think he doesn’t like me”. Well, you know who you are, maybe he is shy. This means a little bit more waiting, I hate that word, so you need to figure out a way to make him pop the question. The best strategy with men is to let them think they had the initiative.
The “Call Mihnea” reminder moved from the fridge on the kitchen table, because indeed I have called him. Like always, an odd conversation, like soup, if ever there was a conversation like soup.
No action plan, I need to move ahead jump start this week.
Andressa decided I should avoid dehydration. Subsequently, we went out for tea. With
Stingo. At “La metoc”.
“This is a bloggers’ meeting” “No, it’s not! I wouldn’t know, I don’t go to such things” “Face it, you’re in denial!” Then I decided to make little portraits of my company.
Andressa
The rockstars get all the ladles.
Stingo
“This is silly”, said T, later as we were watching the pics. What can I say? I am gay and self-absorbed?
Then, another series. This is me, I liked the teashake I finished it at once. Bottom’s up! (I am so expecting comments from pervs)
This is
Andressa. She also smokes. Thin ones. She is going to quit.
This is
Stingo. He doesn’t smoke. Anymore. He wanted coffee. Because it was a tea place, we had to call it a day. But the night is still young, isn’t it?
Recap: tea at “La metoc”.
And this is on my way back. I was not expecting this. When I got home, everybody was already online: Andressa happy “her”/”the” man is online, Stingo sleepy and coffee deprived. I suggested a blogging contest. Who’s gonna blog first? We’re getting out too.
A lot of people called. stingo called worried about the “explosion”. It’s a metaphor, not necessarily a bad thing. An orgasm can be an explosion, for that matter, to give an example.
“za” Andressa called to ask me to the bloggers meeting. She was worried staying inside, not having tea, lemonade, beer or the like might cause me dehydration. I promised to consider and give a sign. I have indeed considered, but forgot to give a sign. I am sorry. I guess getting laid must be my best excuse. Next time, maybe?
Some big shot editor called me and offered a job. It is so different from what I am currently doing that I am tempted to try it as my second job, if they will have that.
The Times called. I am afraid I kinda blew this up. We’ll see.
Big discussion with my boss, on the pipes, I am just waiting a little bit to be out of the bushes with the audit. So far so good, with my part.
Like yesterday, a bit of playing with words today.
“The embrace of the devil, both tender and dangerous, when your skin goes numb with pleasure and your breathe freezes knowing you should not anger, nor play with the devil. Anger and deceit, because the devil has a way with words and playing the messenger. Being told that you have baby hair, when in fact you consider yourself almost bald. Being told that behind your few words there is a wealth of worlds colliding. This must be the true story. But most of the times it isn’t.”
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