Give me one and let me ride it. Far away.
Where I feel like being when…
My throat is sore.
My nose won’t stop running. It’s like the marathon all over again.
I almost ruined the fruit blender, forgetting to place the blades.
And finally, I have confirmed four travel options to Warsaw, ignoring my final destination: Krakow.
What else can go wrong?
I don’t remember, in school, having to learn anything in more detail than the mere mention of the fact. Yeah, and that it is easier this way, we have more light “to use”… I took it as such and it’s a clear illustration of the critical thinking that has been taught in Romanian school ever since: zilch.
Now, it’s that time again, we’re all loking forward to the summer, the bees are buzzing, the flowers are flowering, but I cannot help at being annoyed. This particular moment actually means one hour less in my schedule for the day. As it was not stretched enough following the last night partying and tomorrows deadlines.
Another annoying fact is having to actually gather all my wrist watches and set them right. Thanks god for the “intelligent” computer and phones and mobile networks doing it for themselves. Thank you.
(I won’t mention that I have accidentally found out about this last night, while drinking.)
Why, when you have no more battery, your laptop is still as heavy?!
I stopped paying attention to the story I was telling when I noticed you were not paying attention to the road. Back seat driver’s cringes followed.
So, I have been talking to inmates today. Just as I was expressing my preference to be on my own with them, without my two female colleagues, if deemed safe by the supervising staff, I was jokingly reassured “Oh, don’t worry, they like boys more”.
Many things have been learned, observed and experienced today.
“Before you kill somebody, make absolutely sure he isn’t well connected.”
“Another time Billy heard Rosewater say to a psychiatrist, “I think you guys are going to have to come up with a lot of wonderful new lies, or people just aren’t going to want to go on living.”"
“The British had no way of knowing it, but the candles and soap were made from fat of rendered Jews and Gipsies and fairies and communists, and other enemies of the State.”
“”There they go, there they go.” He meant his brains.
That was I. That was me. That was the author of this book.”
Excerpts from Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
If I were your friend I’d advise you to really to make friends with the secretaries. I have always been a friend of secretaries and there are more benefits than inconveniences, trust me.
1) Secretaries are human too, they can be befriended.
2) Smart secretaries learn. That is if you have anything to teach.
3) Smart secretaries will not always be secretaries.
Perhaps the etimology of the word is once again very revealing.
Anca Boagiu has a hotline. 0800 BOA GIU. Since I have already learned there is no such thing as a free lunch, I want to know, on whose money?
Gillette is cheating and I am frustrated. What next? The zillion razor blade?! When is the insanity going to stop? Two blades made sense, three were neat, four are better, five is already you’re taking me for a fool. Especially since it’s rather difficult to buy “refills”.
And the cherry on tonight’s cake: click here for the Placebo official page. Go to “ Tour“. Have you ever imagined you are then only one click away FROM THIS?!? There must be a brilliant mastermind set to sabotage Placebo in Romania.
I don’t know if he was the first to say it. I don’t care if this is Internet folklore already. I know it from one of andix’s comments. Thank you. It’s a perfect lesson for life.
“Your ass is your best friend. Your own ass won’t let you down. Care for your own ass, ’cause it’s gonna be with you for the rest of your life.
In other words, your ass comes first. 
watch your ass.”
Nobody does, although somebody has.
Do you know the story with the sparrows? You know, those little cute cirpy little beings we admire in the park for their lack of complexes or downright audacity?
Oh well, I remeber the chilly winter morning, who am I kidding? it was a dead frozen morning! when I discovered they have picked through the rigid foam that isolates under my window to build somewhat of a cavern like nests. My heart was torn between “aw, how cute”, “damn, so that’s the noise at 6 a.m.” and “shit, the windows are going to collapse eventually”.
But being the procrastinator I am I have decided to take no action for the moment.
So all is fine, the windows are in place and sparrows are merily singing their tone deaf cirps. But also spring has set in, and I am headed for the appliance store to buy isolating foam.
Because nobody gets to shit on my windows.
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