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If I am not having sex, does it then mean I am only trying their beds?
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Daily disorientation
Every morning I have a brief moment when I wonder, just before falling back on tracks.
Fair warning
If you don’t pull your shit together soon, I will move on. I need (your) attention and I am not afraid to use it.
I hate that you might be doing good, and that you do it without me.
Learning that an eighteen year old has crush on me has made me smile. Learning it from her mother has made me smile politely.
I don’t write for comments or critics, unless they are good (to me).
I got this as a present. I think I totally deserve it. Besides, it was about the only good thing to top the nasty past three days.
Common, time out!
I was going to write something acid about the degree of friendliness. Instead I am opening a new poll.
There is nothing on (TV)
Things (don’t) happen with(out) a to do list.
Off I go to Craiova. It’s not even six a.m.
Afflicted affections
Someone very close has schizophrenia. I could joke and say they are both fine, but she has never told me.
Someone very far has cancer. He told me tonight and I felt so stupid and wordless. Such a shitty timing and relative distance.
I do not have a conclusion. “It sucks” is not a conclusion, maybe, hopefully a temporary state.
Have you seen Nemo?
Is stigma not setting you apart? Doesn’t it make you feel special? Isn’t special a good thing?
Mr. Volcano has woken up
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Yeap, I have a voice again, but symptomatology is playing other tricks of choice on me. Not my choice, of course. Those with easy to upset stomach move to the next paragraph now. So, I woke up at ten, coughing my gross coughing for half an hour and wondering which is worse, not being able to talk or feeling like a mucus factory?
Rawsheek’uh, the phonetic translation of my car’s name, because “Little red one” just wouldn’t do, is taking a break while we all are waiting for her new plates. Don’t hold your breath! The old ones have landed in Timisoara, as my sweet mum confirms. By the way, when the train stops at the platform can you still use “land”? Basically, I relying on city transportation for a while, starting late last night. And I am discovering the new old wonders of the subway. Note to self, have to make friends with my iPod again. I have not been undergroundborn in ages and since then Metrorex has apparently approved a new set of signs. I might be the last to notice, I know. But being the bitching bastard I am, I have to confess they just don’t do. I mean, these are signs you have to get at a glance, because you are in a hurry and you don’t know your way. I may be dum witted or plainly slow, but I needed a couple of minutes to get them, and I know my way to start with. Plus they are too small. Plus I did not notice them at first. Also, knowing the investment policy of the said company, I expect these are to remain in place for either a very short time or a very very long one. In the first case, we are talking the usual money laundering, while in the second it would just be an example of the regular bad management and discontent for customer satisfaction. But the trains are running, aren’t they?
And since financially and apparently I am back to my deluxe hobo days, cash count 14 ron, I will have to contaminate my work colleagues. Brace yourselves!
Next on our programme, everybody is a critic, this top dog to fire at our capital’s coffee shops.
And the fanbase said it
“P.S. I fuckin’ adore you!”
“the way you leave yourself in the dark … aren’t you clever ?
the way you space things apart … feels like you died forever.”
” si blogurile tale sunt interesante”
“internetul rezista la blogul tau asa ca poate rezista si omenirea”
“ha ha ha ok, fie! mi-a placut mult scriitura din profilul tau. si curt cobain??? plus”
For exquisite
It’s never what they say, it’s always what we read in their words.
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