It’s been my second day at work this calendar year, after a resting and full-of-food vacation, and yet I feel, you guessed it! dog tired. I blame this on my boss, on two dogs, on ice, on cold, and on the occasional drinking. And I hate mornings more.
In terms of planning, I used to suck at it. I still suck, but at least I suck better.
People, start washing your hands, when you’re done with your toilet business. Man, you’re gross. Modern apes! Thinking your dick is the cleanest, the best thing… is the epitome of self-centered consumer culture that will lead to human destruction. Flash news, I don’t want anything to do with your dick.
So what do you do if you get a bug in your computer? IN not ON. A real live stock bug, not a Trojan or other equally nasty e-stuff.
It happens in Romania, somewhere in the Land of Dracula. A bug got inside my boyfreind’s laptop through the USB port. The initial mortification of my better half was quickly followed by frustration and hatred. After a couple years of peaceful cohabitation in his cockroach infested apartment, this has been it. Eternal wrath is to be unleashed, my boyfriend swears. Especially since he was under some pressing deadlines of working online. But cockroach still inside the laptop remains switched off for fear of frying the motherboard.
A trip to the local service is being planned, as we speak.
I confess I have been occasionally rofling during our phone conversation. I even suggested using the blow drier or the ancient “smoke them out” technique.
Finally, it’s official! Even the spam knows: Obama is president.
———- Forwarded message ———-
From: Gmail Team <mail-noreply@google.com>
Date: Mon, Nov 10, 2008 at 8:34 PM
Subject: Message left on server: “Barak Obama sex scandal”
To: xxxxx xxxxxxxx <xxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com>
The message “Barak Obama sex scandal” from graig altaf (si@teleflexmedical.com) contained a virus or a suspicious attachment. It was therefore not fetched from your account xxxxxxxxx@xxxxxxx.ro and has been left on the server.
If you wish to write to graig, just hit reply and send graig a message.
Thanks,
The Gmail Team
LATER EDIT: This actually means Anjelina Jolie is no longer hot! No less than six messages entitled “anjelina jolie sex secandal” have been left on my server by the Gmail Team, before Obama took charge.
PS: Go fcuk yourself, Graig 
Either I am crazy or this city is making me crazy. I have just witnessed this, where a male taxi driver, in his late thirties stopped in the middle of the boulevard causing a commotion and a scene at a woman driver in the car behind who allegedly had done something wrong. He walked to her screaming, and threatening to beat and kill her.
To which I reported the incident to his boss. And I feel better.
Mojik-country.
This time I have accidentally place the mug on the edge of the tray, which subsequently led to my mobile being drowned in a pool of coffee, milk, and honey.
I won’t possibly be able to change my phone, for financial and mood reasons. Better won’t be sticky. And better all my contacts still work.
Oh, that’s nothing like getting nowhere fast. I knew exactly where I was headed, to see my boyfriend. The only thing that prevented me from getting there was the 3 kilometers line of cars on both lanes at the exit from our magnificent highway to Pitesti, the first highway of our beautiful but inhabited dumb country. Three hours on a 100 kilometer highway! Driving in Romania sucks increasingly. Police mostly seat on their ass. They don’t even have doughnuts. Common sense is science fiction. Drivers are impolite, to use an euphemism. And roadworks are omnipresent and frozen. After being stuck on the highway, where I made friends with the dog featured in the picture, by the way, what is a dog doing on the highway anyway?! I was stuck at the eternal traffic light where part of the road is literally going down the drain, so, instead of immediately consolidating what’s left, they simply shut down one lane, turning a two way street into an alternating one way. I lost count of road accidents and police cars and ambulances, there were at least two major catastrophes. Do I wonder, with all the BMW drivers driving up my ass over legal speed limit? Like way over speed limit. Now I DO drive over speed limit. I also try to use my brains. Or with the “king of the road” Logans? I won’t even go into the stuff I have actually seen secured strapped on the roof of various vehicles. I would start a collection if that wouldn’t be dangerous, taking pictures while driving that is.
Finally, our correspondent is happily reporting from Medias. At the end of a seven hour drive that takes about four hours on a good day. The things I do for love.
I almost forgot. After the highway of deadly boredom and wait, I have been driving behind a truck through Svaitzerland. Svaitzerland is pretty similar to Elbonia, only the cracks and holes go deeper.
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