No plans
I am contemplating isolation between strike that among the surround sound system.
Entries Tagged as 'hanging in loose'
Ladylike bag (copycat blog behaviour)
It contains:
- a cutter, nevermind into what or who you might be running
- a pen, always there, rarely used
- a Vodafone prepaid sim, got it for free. Anyone?
- pay slip, no comment 
- ID’s and cards wallet
- fidelity cards, boyfriend picture, small ball-pen drawing of a dog on a small piece of leather
- Internet banking gadget, very useful, but you need an Internet connection and lots of patience with figures
- car key, it gets me places
- plus small flash light
- plus lucky charm from the Italian lottery of yore
- USB A to A, male to female, hi hi hi
- car freshener, it smells like a fresh toilette, I had to hang it outside my balcony to scare the pigeons away (and it failed at that too)
- the book I have been “reading” for quite a while now
- paper tissues, I’ve got an issue if they are not super soft and minty
- Aerius-I-got-allergy, it’s the season
- 2G memory stick called Gantu, it’s the short Romanian for smart, because it’s dressed in, you guessed it, leather and it has an irony finish
- my trustworthy simple old fashioned iPod Shuffle
The thought of the day: “Even when it’s not funny, and it is not always, the least you can do is laugh about it”.
When you are a USB A to A
The transition from male to female it’s easier. Only in selected outlets.
(Yes, I have been shopping. It’s a pre-birthday thing. I induced it last night when I occasionally dropped into the conversation the mention of “oh,these shoes I’ve seen”. Mother immediately picked it up and encouraged me: “It’s your birthday soon, you should go buy them. How much do you need?”. I instantly gave the rough estimate, rounded it to a plus, cashed in and off I went this morning. Before I knew it and before anybody could stop me, my shopping bag added a dream dictionary, for the dormant psychologist in me, two leather wrist accessories, one for the casual, from Motor, one for the posh elitist, from Fossil, a pair of Police sunglasses that made the shop assistant exclaim “How quickly you shopped!”, so I had to confess prowling on eye-ware shops for quite a while now. And USB A and A, male to female.)
They
People are getting sick and then better.
People are complaining I am writing about some, but I am not writing about them. Happy now?
People are asking me how come four days have gone by and I have not posted a line. But I had no Internet connection for the past four days.
Tango steps
I lingered with my gaze just to observe the faces of the Romanian family leaning against the small fence. They must’ve been from Moldova somewhere, judging from what I could previously catch with my untrained ear. Their faces were quasi-blank, not sure if the couple was heterosexual, or just playing a prank, the kind teenagers would sometimes do when intoxicated.
So why was I later playing along the same cues myself? walking ahead of the couple on the rather busy streets of the mountain resort? Ms Gloria Gaynor was giving me the look, freshly pasted on all available savage posting spots. Was the sidewalk indeed not wide enough?
I was one step ahead, the world was two steps behind. Nobody got bashed, so maybe things were headed in the right direction.
The tomato soup
Do you remember the time I didn’t like tomato soup? It was the only time my father had to resort to corporal punishment, the only time I remember. I really had driven him nuts and over the edge. One slap. It has not resolved the disliking issue, my body decided later and unrelatedly that tomatoes are a good thing.
You try, you might. Otherwise… In other words, those who don’t try have no chance to succeed. Somehow this cliche came to mind the other night when, in public, my pictures were being taken by virtually unknown people. And I remembered how I loathed myself in pictures. Pretty much like I hated tomato soup. Or yogurt. Only much worse. Because that was me. All pimply, red, white, too tall, to skinny, too this, too that. Than I grew up, and I lost a load of complexes. Now I am making red and white be part of my coat of arms. And I let total strangers take my picture. And I search the Internet to find it and see: maybe I look OK.
(As things come and go, I wrote this post mentally. Then I forgot it. Now it’s back.)
Conversation in the Cathedral
“Have a drink!”
“No! I have stopped drinking.” and after a short pause: “You know drinking leads to things you might later regret. Like getting together with your ex…”
“Oh, common! The most important part is not to have sex. I mean sex with your ex. Did you?”
“So I have stopped drinking for now”
“… What about your current boy friend?”
“Oh, I didn’t have sex with him yet”
Flesh is weak and passing
A 19 year old, or whatever, might think youth is for ever. I remember I so wanted to get out of it. But I am confronted. I am becoming the sad old philosopher who thinks about it because he cannot do it. Anymore. I am not that sad. I am amused by the fact that everybody is going to loose theirs sometime.
Saw Reconstruction. Would need to see it again to fully grasp it, if that is even possible. A refreshing break. Serve slightly chilled with Pinot Noir from Purcari, smoked cheese, nuts and friends on the sofa.
Word is I am drinking too much. I’ve started it.
Busy schedule for the weekend: Palm Sunday open air fairs, closing the project with the call operators, dinner at Vava’s, maybe dancing. Tomorrow early morning call from my landlord, then opera and theater combo.
800
You think it’s the three little piggies? Nope! I thought they were the three monkeys, you know,
the see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil monkeys. But no. It’s a football player in a suit, a devastated crack addict singer and everyman. I laughed and laughed. This was at
CND.
Then we went to Underlondon. Mazi’s got the VIP passes, again, and I am always ready for a piggyback ride. (By the way, according to Wikipedia, it does come from pick a back)
LATER EDIT: the piggy pic is from CND’s site and not mine. T has got the working permit.
I am not timely
Yeah, that is one thing of many forms. Like I have been to
Rokolectiv last weekend, but only managed my devices now. So, you have a picture. Like I I have been to the movies last night. And I didn’t get to tell you what T and
Mazi have in common: they would both mercilessly drag me to see Hugh Grant and or Sandra Bullock. No, not last night. We saw
something which made us use our tired little brains. Like today, when instead of doing you know what, I atteptempted to put some order in the blogroll. Still, it looks like my house, where everything is on the floor. By comparison, the advantage, by far: this blog does not gather dust. Like, literally.
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