Thank you, for dancing! Of course you though you were all by yourself, but I was walking behind you. I was for sure not listening to the same tune, but you raising your hands up in the air concert-like made me feel more entitled to feel happy for my own piece of good news.
This is how I feel after trying the iPhone on display at the Orange Concept Store earlier today. So, there he was this guy who must’ve tried the device before me and was still logged on his FB account with the device I was testing. I have first updated his status for all his friends to see: “X is still logged on a device in an Orange shop and a complete stranger is messing with his account”. And then I logged him off. And I am now smiling.
Doll, I’m fine.
The dog has put me to the ground today. We were rollerblading in the park. My foot hurts now. It didn’t then. Anyways.
I got a mohawk haircut. A bit tilted. But it’s fun. It’s supposed to be that way. Fun, and tilted.
“What has inspired you to do that?”, he asked. “Not having to see clients”, I replied promptly. “I do FTP these days.”
The other absolutely extraordinary piece of news is that Parov Stelar has messaged me on Twitter, suggesting junodownload.com, when I have complained that his album is not available on iTunes Romania. So, here I am at 3 in the morning, listening to that, his latest release, Coco. After the call from the bank checking the validity of the internet card transaction. Pretty amazing stuff. Pretty good release!
Let me post a picture of the un-named one 
It’s been such a day. Move that to the left. No, too much, more to the right. Make that bold. Can we have it regular? I think it should be easier to spot that bit, maybe turn it into bold font, what do you think? kinda manoovering… but I’m smiling. I know the client. I know the material.
“Oh, what a cute doggie! How old is it?”
“I can tell you by phone.”
Having this dog makes getting a number such a piece of cake! Although it’s mostly from bellied middle aged men, otherwise cranky old ladies or very young anyways too young kids in the park.
Two big dogs in the dog enclosure in the park, seriously barking at Tisa. She was calmly merely looking at them from behind the fence. A lady owner, with endearment in her voice: “O my, we are so little and so unafraid”. Yes, in situations like this the deaf dog seems to be cool.
I have just twitted about this. But I am afraid my spelling was ruined by the earth moving, too mortified to check. As I was laying on my corner-couch I could really feel the shaking. I am having an adrenaline release as we speak.
Later edit: it’s 10:55 am, Wednesday 5 August 2009.
A friend sent me a message I have opened first thing this morning. This part made me laugh so hard: “We’re on the beach. A bad day starts when I have to put on socks or underwear.”
Later edit: No, a bad day starts when you get rejected by a junior who was supposed to strictly forward your CV. With the words “Unfortunately, my boss has reached the same conclusion like I had”. F you.
As we all know there was a Placebo concert last night in Bucharest. Where I was graciously invited. Enter cue for due thanks, it was a birthday present.
But before going any further I need to thank my friend who found me and resqued me from the bench where I was lying last night, after the concert. I now realize if it weren’t for her I would’ve spent the night, or part of it, there, on that bench.
So what happened? Well, nothing much. I had a couple of beers, among other things. Got lost from my friends. Stumbled upon other friends, upset them, enter cue apologies. Quite obviously I am becoming a drunk.
The only funny thing is that somebody called me in the morning to apologize and it was totally not the case, I am telling you, as I told him. I was not bothered, I was unable to return.
Yeap. There. Mea culpa.
I have not told you how I got lost round the corner in Barcelona, because my low inclination to perceive up the hill and down the hill. At the end of it all I was in Plaça d’Espanya. It’s small world, but it’s big enough to make one be late or miss a lunch appointment all together.
Fuck plans, especially when they don’t work. Enjoy a truly revealing conversation, discover Lila Downs’ La Cantina while shopping for pants made in Barcelona. Lay on the Marbella beach and eye the gay.
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