American dixit “It’s perfectly normal to be sad and overwhelmed”.
Drivers should be fed phosphorus and Xanax, in Romania. This is my euphemism, for not calling them stupid and neurotic to their face. Is then euphemism a lack of courage?
And apologies to the few who have denied me. I never mean to bother anyone. But what to do if the picture was already taken?
Reading. That is the advantage of traveling, when your plane is late beyond belief. Like the joke with the cops patrolling in pairs, one for reading and one for writing, I had all my bases covered. Five hours late(r) I had finished reading a book. For the time being bloguette007 was in charge with writing, in flesh, but there was little to write right then. Also, already done writing her piece was Anna Gavalda, with her I Wish Someone Were Waiting for Me Somewhere.
They say traveling is an experience, it opens your horizons, might even be a lesson. A simple mind could hastily conclude the more you are spending traveling the better you become, but that doesn’t go when it’s night an you are stuck in empty cold airport and you have actually finished reading your book.
If airport sleep deprivation was the cherry on the cake, it was a rotten one. But Barcelona, no connection whatsoever to my palatable reading, has pretty much made me feel so alive. If your cherry is rotten throw it away and enjoy the cake.
OK, driving it around, more likely, but yes. And many other things. Even if I think this rainy autumn is a sort of a scourge, I can still open my heart for the beautiful bits of life.
Kate Nash on repeat. Made of Bricks. Obviously, she is most definitely not!
Where does all that love go? Does love go to love heaven when love dies?
To quote lovely
bloguette007 as she was expressing herself post-Chemical Brothers, in the killing October rain and wind, while we were unsuccessfully looking for that elusive thing called taxi. Oh, and called so many times!
Dearest, how could you accuse me publicly I don’t know who Andy Fletcher is?! And yes, I enjoyed him better than the brothers. Music-wise.
I wanted to write about the morning carnage, apparently the word has to do with driving your car through the city! beautiful light, going against the trend, frustration, diamond earrings, feeling cool, flirting with waitresses, picking up gay boys in straight clubs, and the usual hangover. Instead I’ll just say I have actually felt the music last night. I am not impressed with Kristal’s flora, fauna and decorations, but Andy Fletcher was not bad. Not bad at all. Oh, and my boss scolded me for my use of Past Simple, Present Perfect and Past Perfect. Oh, well.
A very much me picture… (wanted to write about the latest pics with E50, but I have to rant about hot water. Again. In a civilized country they let you know when they cut off running water for whatever reason. It seems like in my block of flats they have taken the bad habit of just doing it. You learn as you go, when you turn on the tap, and instead of running water you get hissing air. A new trial and error?!)
From the collection of famous quotes , I give you today an oxymoron that is undoubtedly set to make history.
After a blow job: “Tell me, do I suck OK?”
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