T0p D0g Reloaded

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”.

Tags: a picture a day, rantrantrant, roadtrip 2007 by monsoux
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I might have blogged this picture once before, I cannot remember. The contradictory feeling I associate with it is the reason you’re seeing it (again, maybe). Are things so right that actually it is wrong? Or, is it vice-versa, all is so wrong it’s kinda started to grow on me?

I am missing people. Is it good to miss people? Does it make me a better person? Deprivation, does it have its benefits I cannot see for the moment?

Love wise I am still the deer in the headlights. We both are. That’s the Chinese equivalent of butterflies in the stomach. Is this turning into a boudoir journal?

Tags: Jesse, Romerican, a picture a day, brilliant questions have no answers, butterflies in the stomach, on the road, roadtrip 2007 by monsoux
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I could’ve fallen for his eyes, but it was his incredible ability to perform the blow job that closed the deal for me. Men are suckers for a nice smile, a decent conversation and a blowing out of your mind blow job, in that reverse order of intensity. And I am one of them.

The intenser the act, the plainer the devastation after. Especially when his chubbishly rude but English spoken “gurlfriend!” suggested a threesome. I did not even make an excuse. I had enough: olive skin, deep dark eyes, his strange piercings, and a clean cut job to remember. Next morning I was still musing over my starbucks coffee.

Tags: Barcelona, a picture a day, down that lane, roadtrip 2007, something by monsoux
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