Rant of the day
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Odd
It’s cold, my nose is dry. A text woke me at five something. It was a thank you reply to a message I’ve sent sometime yesterday. Plus somebody’s birthday, which was yesterday, sends me into the past right now. Only on the screen of my PDA. I have hardly done any of the work I had planned to complete over the weekend. Have I mentioned it’s cold?
Funny Games
Can somebody please explain why I feel like I have wasted my time with this one. I remember thinking immediately after “This is why T doesn’t like French movies”. Only it’s German. And I like French movies. I like them, mostly. And what is with the remote control scene, huh?
Less gas pedal, temper makes skin go bad
Since I don’t hurry anywhere any more I am pretty much rested and likable. I therefore I recommend the Zen driving. What is Zen driving, you ask? Drive like you own the BMW not the world.
In other news the fattest biker I have ever seen riding a motorbike almost knocked me over on a pedestrian crossing while we were all watching a fat beardy guy in a fat Landrover after he had just bumped into an innocent white car. Soothing pills anyone?
Little signs for the odd day
When you wake up and your face looks like a Charlie Chaplin shoe, you obviously have no clue still. When you don’t manage to obtain coffee from the coffee machine because you have errr forgotten to add water previously, you have just messed with your coffee bathroom cycle. When you go for the new bathroom breakfast coffee cycle, it’s also because you have attempted to pour milk from an unsealed tetra pack. You have a full fledged breakfast. That in itself is a wonder, considering the numerous intermediary actions required in order to achieve such excellency. By now you have your eyes wide open, you brain starts to unravel. You consider writing a rant and posting it. You have your final confirmation, when you read the following spam “you have drank yourself to death and considered it”. Visionary! Where are the days of Viagra, Cialis and plain Nigerian scams? I ask.
My gots
First, I’ve got angry. With the banking system. I am a minority that doesn’t fit into the banking system. Dear bank, you suck. I wanted to write a letter to you, to scold you for not wanting my money and my business, for making me wait, for building frustration inside me.
Then, I’ve got the funniest love message. In Bearish. I am not going to publish it. It’s going to be my secret. Baby, I love you. You make me smile. You make me laugh. You are all I want.
And then I’ve got so shit-faced, the hungover woke me up at six. I have been writing messages since, and I might finally write a post in Romanian for this meme. Of course, I will be late for work, as always. The good thing is whenever I get shit-faced I am funny. Or at least that’s what I think. I mean funny ha-ha, not funny weird. The floor is open, if anyone begs to differ.
Crooked Latin America
That would be Bucharest, where driving and parking scream “me first!” from any position. Basic driving skills include honking, accelerating, climbing the sidewalks and honking. The retaliating passers-by wear keys they are not afraid to use, bending mirrors and screen wipers. The more extreme ones sport stepping on the hoods of the cars inaptly parked. Bucharest, where I have been advised to keep my car dirty, because this way it won’t be keyed. Well, it’s not working.
I have seriously considered an escape. In the meanwhile the only change is replacing the text in my header. Bye-bye, see you in text heaven, “A breathtaking scope of essential extracted in text and still imagery. Or just plainly sh!tting glitter”.
Who said anything’s changed about Mondays?
Until moments ago it has been snowing in all directions and I could not think of a better place to be than under the covers, in bed.
Now, when I am finally awake and I need to groom myself, a bad bad person has cut off the running water.
Looks like I have no choice but to get out of my shell these days.
The monster was sleeping. So lame
I have to report that at the time I wanted to take the photo to become my Christmas card this year, at around 12:30 tonight, the amazing piece of metal (s)crap was totally plugged off. In other words Europe’s largest Christmas tree is a cheap commercial that unlike the other commercials in Bucharest’s Union Square goes off line when there is no one left to see, pretty much like Cinderella after midnight. Only that Cinderella was nice.
Zenysterical
I shall resign to the fact I cannot possibly accomplish all things. We are not even talking about the general “all things”, not even “all things on a deadline”, but, as you might have expected, “all things on a deadline for me”. Warning: energy level approaching an all time low.
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