Chisinau, September 2006
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I wish
I slept and woke up rested.
…we stopped turning our backs at each other.
… my face stayed in one place.
… I stopped shedding my skin.
… I really were a slick two faced mother fucker.
Making false friends
Down there deep in my heart I have always believed “fall” comes from fallen leaves.
The shadow of me
Once, being a kid, I remember I had got so upset with my parents I threatened to leave rather then endure their dictatorship any longer. I was of course very fresh to this world and I did not really intend to leave them, but I did want to twist their arm so to speak. To my surprise my mum did not play along with my shameless blackmail plot so, in order to live up to the expectations and not to loose any face, I had to pack up my things and actually leave. Which I remember I did. I only took the bare essentials. At that time, all the toys that could fit into the plastic bag I hastily grabbed would qualify as essentials. Finally, there it looked like the only way out was the door. A little bit puzzled, but nevertheless determined, now I have learned it’s called stubbornness, I proceeded, without a clear idea of where. The most important thing was to proceed, which, again, I did. I did not make it far, actually not far down the hallway, when providence brought along my God-Mother. Another one of my three mums at the time, she was living not literally next door, but very close nevertheless. She casually asked me where I was headed, which made me burst into tears of realization the grandeur of little-old-me-left-all-alone-in-the-world-with-no-one-to-care-for-me-anymore. Years have passed since and I have learned she was keeping my way only because Mother had called her up just in time.
I tell you, it’s a conspiracy from, practically, day one.
My let’s say new haircut and other ramblings
This is it, only shorter. To the skin. Did it myself, the world should know. People with a degree in psychology should offer some explanation, please. None will apply 100% to my particular case.
When can you tell for sure it’s about you? Never, most of the times it is just your paranoia. I dedicate this line to those people whose favourite phrase is, lately, “Write it on your blog!” Now I did.
Feelings and body parts, a couple of examples… Anxiety, it’s in the stomach. A rush to the head, you can find it in your heart. When I like to beat up someone, my lips go numb. And love? I forgot, so it must be in the brains.
Before and after
Actually, after and before. Where “after” is not necessarily better.
Chisinau cats basking
Our differences are so big sometimes, we shouldn’t live together. PS I wish I’d never find another stinking ashtray.
Save sex
Adopt one now.
And off I go. Which is both bad and good.
I am sleepy.
I don’t get it
After an hour or so of hovering through
acres of overpriced couches I was overwhelmed with the desire to start making my own furniture. How odd is that? Help?
This post is referring to my latest effort to acquire a couch. Shrink-like?
The treasure of the pirates
This is the name of the last landscape I bought for the SimAquarium. Boring. There is a game that is going nowhere. I have not been able to go
to the movies. Instead we watched “
Friends with money“. How true. Nearly depressing. Am I the only one who finds Aniston to be obnoxious?
The treasure of the pirates is rich, but lonely and isolated. And it brings misfortune to the people who want and try to get it.
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