T0p D0g Reloaded

So good. The first night somebody peed on our tent. The second night somebody slept on our tent, passed out completely. It is full of weirdos, nice display of tattoos so far. MGMT performance was nice, I think they are going to do great, although the voice needs growing. Internet is free in batches of 20 minutes, but the line can be somewhat of a discouragement. I cannot find all the signs on the Hungarian keyboard. Hence I write it is, not its shorter version. The coffee people have constantly taken me for a fool, charging me extra. Their loss. See you soon.

Tags: Budapest, jukebox treasures, my Sziget, nothing bad can touch me, trainspotting no trendspotting by monsoux
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Let’s share the good news. I know I have been rather gloomy lately. It’s not like the situation has changed, improved or otherwise affected me in a positive way. But this is a practical exercise, like the research that says smiling makes you feel better. Therefore.

The bathroom sink is now sparkling clean. To follow, the toilet, the tub, the rest of the bathroom. When? Postponed indefinitely.

One of my friends is in love. New love. Less wondering indecission. He made me a music CD. He now makes me want to rest. While the CD is refreshingly audible. All in all a positive deal for all parties involved.

I continue to find dead little bugs, legs up. Which is preferable to finding them crowl. I sprayed the house last weekend, then I have cleaned the floors. I like to walk barefoot in my house. I wonder if the toxic substances are still there and can get to me.

My to do list is continuosly growing, like some sort of alien from outer space in a taste-questionable scary scenario.

Tags: a picture a day, nothing bad can touch me by monsoux
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When you’re born you’re zero years old. Then you turn one year old. Therefore the birthday celebrates the year that has passed, not the one that’s coming. Maybe this is, sometime, the annoying thing with birthdays. They measure what’s gone. In other words I have been 34 the entire year behind me. I didn’t have a problem with 33, 30 was fine. At 25 I took pride in being a quarter of a century into the world. So what do I make of 34? Maybe like they do in buildings and planes, when they skip 13. 34 can be my 13. By the way, I don’t have a problem with 13. So, it’s settled then. I am going on 35.

I am writing about this because I had the worse sleep last night, hot flashes and all. For the first time I have heard my neighbour’s bed screeching. How awkward is that?! And pretty much all the noises going around in my block of flats. Veve’s called just as I managed to fall asleep, and the ring scared the living light out of me. She was having a beer in my honour. Thank you Plus the spoilers. It looks like a lot of people were afraid to miss my birthday and I kept receiving happy birthday wishes in advance. Oh well, I will try to live deal with it.

As for my new life, I have set my alarm for seven and woke up at six. A.M. Without it. Is that a sign or what?

In other news, the best present has just woke up and kissed me. I am happy.

Tags: Jesse, Valentina, apple blogging now, driving everybody crazy since 1974, happy, nothing bad can touch me, shameless self promotion by monsoux
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Fair warning, there are two separate topics right there. Also I am not parting with my Appy, we’re leaving together in hour first e-honeymoon. I hear most BT operated hotspots are six pounds an hour. Sterling. Fucking. They want to ruin my relation with Appy, or what?!

The gay dating site is providing for the drama and amusement in my life. I know, it’s not much of an entertainment, but since I don’t have cable… One guy says “not looking for relation, if I were, I’d be looking for a relation with girls”. That’s sad, closeted, true, and telling. Another guy’s nick innocently states totalsm, like in Satu Mare. Like in sado-maso. Thats’s a funny missunderstanding.

OK, I have a couple of flights to catch, and a terminal to change in Heathrow. Heathrow in less than two hours? What were the travel company thinking?!

Tags: I am what I am and I will survive, amused, apple blogging now, nothing bad can touch me, on the road, pictures soon, what a misunderstanding by monsoux
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I have worked until past eleven in the night, dropped the flower pot, taken the wine, parked the car in tight spot, organized my mail, backed-up my now “late laptop”, gone to bed early in the morning, figured how to set my mail client and re-size and retouch pictures. I give you the new MacMe.

Tags: Bucharest, ITCHY and dry, Kylie, a picture a day, always late in a hurry, apple blogging now, dog tired, happy, jukebox treasures, mixing like crazy, nothing bad can touch me, work works by monsoux
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You know your mum is not out, when she introduces your boyfriend as “a friend of my son’s”.

Tags: I am what I am and I will survive, Jesse, Simon says, a picture a day, mum is one, my life as a dark comedy and the plot thickens, nothing bad can touch me, on the road by monsoux
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I have been here. I don’t remember the name.

Tags: a picture a day, nothing bad can touch me, on the road by monsoux
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I am the master of time compression. Procrastination and efficiency are my master tools. Beware. Next on my target list: Fiqueras and Sitges.

Tags: London, Valentina, a picture a day, nothing bad can touch me by monsoux
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Since he could not bare leaving me at six in the morning, we have decided he’d leave at seven in the afternoon. Then we cuddled, he made his famous eggs, I made fresh juice, he put together some Ikea item I had bought. Music, kissing, taking pictures and all. I have eventually made it to work. Just as I was rushing through the spring warm breeze, feeling very much like the proverbial blissful ignorant, I decided this is as good as it gets. It was on a Monday, imagine that.

Tags: Jesse, amused, happy, nothing bad can touch me, pictures soon by monsoux
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Actually more like “The truck driver, his friend, the baseball bat, the taxi driver and his gun”… all midday on a busy downtown street, in front of my office. As a passer by I could hurriedly walk faster, but what about the client in the taxi? What about the other people stuck in the rush hour? I am telling you, the traffic in Bucharest is literally driving some of us crazy.

And what am I doing? Well, fine! thank you for asking. I am driving to my folks to pick up my new car. Driving through scenic Romania, and making love to one’s boyfriend can be quite pleasant.

Tags: Jesse, irl, my life as a dark comedy and the plot thickens, nothing bad can touch me, pictures soon by monsoux
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