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.
When you ask me to add an introductory paragraph, because “this is how we aim to write”, and then you revert asking to cut what was my opening text, because it pretty much repeats what’s being said in the now new opening, it’s passive aggressiveness, bitch. Get a life, I don’t have a problem redrafting, just say so.
I am annoyed not with the ring of my phone, but with my phone ringing.
I have been recommended Sedatif PC by Lab Boiron. By a pharmacist I have never met, following a brief exchange of messages after another long pause in an otherwise platonic and lengthy online “relationship” (”conversation”?). I don’t know if I should be amused, amazed or outraged.
I might as well be in denial, but I am not medicating over the counter. That is if I have a choice.
Of, the tricks of unsolicited advice!
I know, and accept! we cannot eradicate stupidity. But can we please make it illegal?
Is it still music if I have my headphones on, but can hear what you are playing on your own set of headphones?
I recommend the movie, I don’t recommend Baneasa Drive-in Cinema. Some idiot has had the marvelous idea of opening an outdoor club in front of the mall. The bass dubbed music could be heard in the cinema while watching the movie. And this is no quiet movie. But listening to some Happy Birthday song after watching a blood bath on the screen is not funny, just weird.
Genius dialoque took place between the two Ns, as follows.
Him: How has the war ended?
Her: At the cinema.
We had a conversation and I have introduced myself. This is how I know your name. If I revert to ask how are you and you reply “Nice. Who are you?” that is grammatically, semantics-wise and logically incorrect. Maybe you are fine, you are definitely not nice, mainly because you’re definitely not that much into me or you’re amnesic, confused or rude. Either way I won’t dignify you with another conversation attempt. Apart from this blog entry that is.
I am tired of second guessing. Mine. And yours. My friendship and I are a one package deal. Sorry for stating the obvious, take it or leave it.
My third nonsense post today covers forgetting the tooth brush slash tooth paste at home when traveling. This will happen when you are stuck somewhere where they don’t sell any of the above. Chances are you won’t need such items in such places. It’s the tooth paste, this time. And the place is a forest, in case you forgot - see my previous posts for details about the location.
The other item I forgot at home is the usb cable for the camera. I guess pictures will have to wait. Or you. This wouldn’t be the case if gadgets came all with the same kind of usb cable. But no! Examples of other usb cables I do have with me: iShuffle usb cable and HTC usb cable. Too many cables, too many usbs, too many gadgets.
(In the background, the Polish news in Polish with a feature about homosexuality, folowed by a feature about children social cases, and then a crime, the Polish business woman in the UK. It’s official, I don’t understand Polish.)
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