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.
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Wish
This coffee I am having is not giving me more guts for the day ahead. Not even more time. Actually it’s giving me less time. However I am lingering around the cup like there is no tomorrow.
Status proxemics
When you’re not here, there is little motivation to go beyond the morning coffee. And there is the being horny.
Last night
I felt welcomed, tired, happy, old, envious, poor, underachieved, gregarious, caring, in love. At the same time. Somebody turned thirty and I delivered a bamboo.
A blues serie
If only my whole life was equally sorted out, like my weekends!
He’s dying, I’m wanking, it’s a mess
I have spent a while until I decided upon this picture, that goes with the quote above. I am hiding behind Maggie’s and my own words.
What has the Japanese car taught me? “Patience, we don’t want you to scratch me now.” What? I talk to my car, doesn’t everybody?
LATER EDIT: The car is scratched. Oh well.
Low static energy
I have checked who are the people offering me a job. It’s scary how well they fit their own stereotype.
My recent exploits include removing the water filled glass ceiling bowl inside which a bulb was rusting. The bulb was connected to the electricity.
Yesterday
It was gray. I woke up late and had a slow start. My laptop started to behave funny because of the power cord, and it’s been a while since I don’t have a battery. One of my best friends chose to fight me over the email. I wrote about three messages I have not sent because I don’t want to fight. Apparently my message did not get through. The media went crazy on me. Midday they wanted a declaration and a live appearance in the studio. So I did it. I got two texts afterwards. “I am seeing you on TV”. And “Oh, my, aren’t we full of expertise”. It was not my best TV appearance. So I have replied to the first sender accordingly, she sent back kisses. And to the second I have also replied, but in sarcastic tone and that silenced the exchange. Then we had someones belated birthday party in the ofice, and people were having fun and were being mildly mean. People around me are changing jobs, ending contracts, having babies, being in love, getting back to single-land, not returning calls. Some have even died. On my way back home I saw the aftermath of a car mini-motorcycle accident, adding to the awkwardness of the day. Watching Prison Break did not help. I miss my baby. With him I can more easily ignore all this crap that is not quite making any sense.
Dream interpreter welcome
Who can tell me what does it mean when you are dreaming you are buying a lot of gold jewelry? For the record, I am a silver/steel jewelry person.
Spilt milk never comes back
Children, let’s share this weekend’s learnt lessons.
When he asks for the bill without asking you if you want anything more, the meeting is over. You have been dismissed. When you have done that several times already yourself, it’s about time it should happen to you too. So be nice, life has a way of slapping you in the face when you least expect it.
Never change reservations because someone asks you to. Or whatever your plans for that matter. Do everything by your own measure. Trust your intuition, even if, like me, you are convinced you don’t have one. When you are later complaining about the above, you will have to admit to your secret wishful thinking. Wishful thinking is bad.
There are several Belgian beers over 8.5. Every time I had beer it was my goal to try a new kind. I was in Belgium, it was totally possible. After one day and night of almost continuous drinking, yeap, my friends were amazed with my drinking skills! the hangover was fierce.
I can hardly conceive a most dreadful situation than hangover on a plane. Oh, there was the waking up at seven after a one hour sleep, and seeing one’s ex boyfriend while not emotionally ready for it. But it was still me in all those situations, too. So let’s stick with the hangover situation, at least I knew my way out of this one. And that would be: Ursus especially bottled for Tarom. Tasted like orange fresh juice, following as I said the Belgium varieties, but it did the trick. The current update is: after a fourteen hour sleep I look almost human.
WARNING, sex life confessions ahead. As it turns out, no matter how vengeful, hot, horny, or all of the above, I am not the darkroom type. Yves is one of Brussels’ handsome hungs partying in Antwerp. Not the only one with a crush on me, yeap I am still valid on the market, but the only cause for my lips still hurting. In that pleasant reassuring way. We didn’t use a condom, but that is also OK because we have not screwed either. Although we both wanted. Reminds me of that student joke.
And now back to life. There is snow in Bucharest.
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