Too many guys. Too many guys in my life. Not enough the right ones. I might have to find a way to melt all their qualities into one. How do I do that? Settle for less? Live my life in virtual reality?
So here we are, 8 March, another day for love and appreciation, I think I might need a shrink soon. Otherwise I am just fine.
You left me cold, you left me standing. I know you will call me someday. I just pray I remember and stick to my resolution. I wish there was a supertag or something like a warning that pops up, when you do show your face again asking I will know what to say. Up yours. I hope I remember.
There was none to this day. OK. Moving on.
Writing was easy, but there I was staring at the sms for a couple of minutes before hitting send. To be continued.
Just as I was running out of subjects, this happy funny sad news has just arrived. Apparently being gay derails repopulation plan.
“So do you know how one eats an elephant?”, she asked smilingly while I was freaking out because my multitasking, lack of patience and partly procrastination were again working against me. It was of course a rhetoric question, a pretext for the, in this case, answer known to her and unknown to me, so she continued: “Piece by piece”.
So I came up with the title.
It was a white Christmas. A lot of my RSS feed is unread, but since I have not packed and the plane will be taking off in a couple of hours, you can easily see how I deal with my priorities.
I leave you with the remains of 2008. The New Year is going to be tough and interesting, I know it, and I am looking forward to 2010, which is supposedly my year. So, all the best to all of us 
Good night.
He approached me shyly, like he was lost and asking for directions. I was a bit amused by his choice. It’s not exactly polite nor effective to ask someone who is obviously on the phone. I mistook his pose for “need in an emergency” and somehow agreed to see what that was all about. He said “This is my access card, I don’t need it, I’m leaving Bucharest”. I acknowledged his gesture like I was taught to. I was still reluctant to accept reality, these random acts of kindness don’t happen to me. I even confessed to it on the phone, during my conversation. Before finishing my ride on the subway my plan was made. This one month subscription card had to go on and live its last day in the hands of as many as possible. My stop looked almost deserted and for a couple of seconds I feared I would meet no one on my way out, on their way in. But I met someone. I said “Here, have this card, it expires today”. The man stopped for a fraction of a second, I had interrupted his fishing for the money in his wallet. Then he took it and left. I was a bit sad he did not say “Thank you”. Maybe he was just baffled, as I was when the same happened to me.
I hope the one who gave me the card really only needed it to Victoriei, where we met. And I hope the man who got it from me, also gave it to someone else when he was done with his trip.
First I didn’t want to buy it, then I left it with my friends. Now I have forgotten it in the trunk. The weather is good for drinking it.
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