TV

Finally, a series I am going to follow on Hallmark.

Don’t, just don’t

No snow eating, please. No, you cannot have the yellow one. Trust me. Snow white

So, here I am

It’s beautiful, but unclear. It’s crisp and dump. I wouldn’t call it my favourite, but I’m OK with it, mostly.

My fog

Good riddance, 2009!

Have a safe trip in 2010!

2010 card

This not a language contest

This is not even a contest between languages. This is a weapon of choice, thank you very much. It’s the show in the slaughter house. It’s what I choose to let others see. Mind you, it’s just a blog. My therapy. And you don’t know me just because you’re sometimes reading my writing. I am not a blog. If, however, you know what I am, do comment. I’d be happy to review your suggestions.

The height of indecision

And that would be including “gay” in your nickname, but then you’d indicate you’re bisexual further in your profile.

Ladylike

There was this joke that a true lady would rather be separated from her husband than from her bag. I now have a question. What happens with the husband when the lady meets with these bags?

(before you click you should know this is a pro-bono post)

Pluses and minuses

In this aritmetic logic, I’ve lost a mirror and I have gained ared wine stain.

Seven years of misfortunes

I broke a glass, he broke a six feet tall mirror. Then he spilled a glass of red wine on my white covers and couch. What should I do?

True to life, in Sinaia

What was the 20 something female guard in the supermarket wearing today? A black t-shirt reading “security services PMS”.