Feels like I have screwed everything I could
It’s either I don’t know what’s happening to me, or nothing is happening to me.
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It’s just a hay fever, damn it.
It’s either I don’t know what’s happening to me, or nothing is happening to me.
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It’s just a hay fever, damn it.
Relax, nobody gets hurt. That’s mostly around myself. Take yesterday, for instance. The moment I got out of the house, I caught a little fly between my eyelids. Isn’t that special?! OK, OK, it was my righ eye, but still. Thirty minutes, a panic attack, two pharmacies, and half a bottle of eye wash later I have managed to remove the little thing. It has not survived the above mentioned hardships. Do you know the joke with the crocodile tamer and the blonde? Yeah, that’s how I felt, only nostrils dried from the antihistamines.
In other unrelated news, I have been to the bookshop. That’s the thief of my heart, now that the boyfriend is in the mountains. Buying books, underline buy, not read, makes me feel intellectual. Of course, at a cost. Also being the gay I am I have bought Madonna’s latest. And Lenny Kravitz’s. Tell you what, you wannabe DJs, these two don’t go together, not for the time being, I’ve tried.
And now off to work, celebrating by doing this Labour Day.

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.
The car had stopped so that I could get on. He had leaned a bit to me so I could watch him in the eye. My look had slided and it was like I was watching myself in the mirror, with the familiar sour burns on the skin under the eye. “That looks like mine”, I have thought.
“I have been meaning to call you. Last time I wanted to call you it was already two in the night”, he said.
“Call me. If I don’t pick it up, I am sleeping, if you wake me up, then we can talk”.
This is a conversation with my best friend.
A long time no see feng-shui visit has happened last night. When has it ever happened I was tucked in bed before midnight?
Bed sheets need changing more often than the boyfriends, but you definitely have got to change them once you’ve changed the boyfriend.
A*Men is the strongest perfume I have ever used.
Alternator belts don’t have bolts, but the alternator has.
The first cup of coffee makes my day. I take it very white and sweet. Provided otherwise, or not at all, like this morning, and I’ll be wandering like a creature of the night abandoned in broad day light under the shining sun.
I don’t like tests, medical tests included, but I’ll sit them nicely.
No voice? Cancel Iasi, cancel Galati. Don’t wonder how, just do it. The car is OK, one worry less. However your mum is not going to lay it easy on you. The plus: you managed to pay the credit card, and the health subscription. The minus: you are not so hot on cash anymore. Even less after buying the prescription. Tomorrow is test day. Medical tests. My fav! (If you don’t know me, I am have that ironic tone.)