The right person is wrong

When our failing persists, it is because we don't have the guts to change ourselves.

Anything of the kind

The end of happiness is another way of dying. The fact that we know about it, doesn't actually bring it. So, keep on walking, viva la resurrection.

Dedicated to the ones I love(d)

Daily disorientation

Every morning I have a brief moment when I wonder, just before falling back on tracks.

Fair warning

If you don't pull your shit together soon, I will move on. I need (your) attention and I am not afraid to use it.

I hate that you might be doing good, and that you do it without me.

Learning that an eighteen year old has crush on me has made me smile. Learning it from her mother has made me smile politely.

I don't write for comments or critics, unless they are good (to me).

I got this as a present. I think I totally deserve it. Besides, it was about the only good thing to top the nasty past three days.

There is nothing on (TV)

Things (don't) happen with(out) a to do list.

Off I go to Craiova. It's not even six a.m.

Have you seen Nemo?

Is stigma not setting you apart? Doesn't it make you feel special? Isn't special a good thing?

For exquisite

It's never what they say, it's always what we read in their words.

Which brings us to post 1,000

So, happy posting to me! Voila, I am celebrating the occasion: four years of blogging, 42,000+ hits, which is a lot, taking into account I only have about 20-30 regular visitors per day, stats not running along from the beginning of time. Yeap, it took me a while to understand what is what and when and how.

By the way, thank you, thank you. Feel free, dear visitor, to help yourself with some comment-cake.

For this special occasion I have prepared and illustration full of meaning and common sense. Let me enlighten you:

One can walk the dog. Anytime. Only Top Dog walks himself.
Shit and clean is key to saving Earth.
Don't be a flower on the wall, nobody will pick you.
Oh, yeah, and always have a cup of coffee in the morning.

Things you need to know if you are me

A long time no see feng-shui visit has happened last night. When has it ever happened I was tucked in bed before midnight?

Bed sheets need changing more often than the boyfriends, but you definitely have got to change them once you've changed the boyfriend.

A*Men is the strongest perfume I have ever used.

Alternator belts don't have bolts, but the alternator has.

The first cup of coffee makes my day. I take it very white and sweet. Provided otherwise, or not at all, like this morning, and I'll be wandering like a creature of the night abandoned in broad day light under the shining sun.

I don't like tests, medical tests included, but I'll sit them nicely.

PR peer education

 

The most important thing I have learned from one of my PR colleagues is to piss in the water of the toilet. It may as well make a louder noise, but at least it won't splatter by far as much. And if you are concerned about what others might think, they already know what you are doing in there, and rather hear it than clean after the job is done.

Daily inspiration

 

American dixit "It's perfectly normal to be sad and overwhelmed".

Drivers should be fed phosphorus and Xanax, in Romania. This is my euphemism, for not calling them stupid and neurotic to their face. Is then euphemism a lack of courage?

I am back

 

Reading. That is the advantage of traveling, when your plane is late beyond belief. Like the joke with the cops patrolling in pairs, one for reading and one for writing, I had all my bases covered. Five hours late(r) I had finished reading a book. For the time being bloguette007 was in charge with writing, in flesh, but there was little to write right then. Also, already done writing her piece was Anna Gavalda, with her I Wish Someone Were Waiting for Me Somewhere.

They say traveling is an experience, it opens your horizons, might even be a lesson. A simple mind could hastily conclude the more you are spending traveling the better you become, but that doesn't go when it's night an you are stuck in empty cold airport and you have actually finished reading your book.

If airport sleep deprivation was the cherry on the cake, it was a rotten one. But Barcelona, no connection whatsoever to my palatable reading, has pretty much made me feel so alive. If your cherry is rotten throw it away and enjoy the cake.

There is no turning back!

Maybe just turning my back.

Saving time

From what? Is time in any way endangered and what exactly it needs be saving from?

Internet love (and hate)

I am definitely addicted to love. Being the attention whore that I am, Internet provides me with a fair share of love and affection. Yeap, Internet is thus an addiction in itself. Getting the fix, only makes me scream for more. So, what has lovingly happened over the web to generate the rambling above? Somebody has bought two dot coms for me. The bitch on duty has decided I am a solar kid, and the bleak template you are currently following is not me. Unfortunately, health issues have kept the terrorist on duty and his said mother confined to a bed in the infectious disease hospital. I'd like to take this opportunity to convey my get well wishes. The template is awaiting, bitch :) Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I have received the ultimate compliment "extra-witty dude; check out his blogroll too; note to self: unrecommended, if already 1 am, we need to wake up in the morning and the coffee is not strong enough" and the cutest name in Faking life: Monosoux. To set the record straight (ooops, sorry kids, could not find any gay phrase!) I am also Dualsoux, and occasionally Multisoux. What can I say, it comes naturally when you are a Gemini.

To stick with the loving, I am honoured to star in this post and Gramos' fantasies, I suspect in an intellectual kinda way. Guys, I have not forgotten my promise, just not doing well on time.

For the love'n'hate part, my beloved bloguette complains here I am not picking up my phone, but I did. Also an email exchange with Andressa about gay blogroll love not returned. Well, Simon's final say on this matter is "When I don't ask for love it doesn't mean I don't need it, it means I want it without having to ask for it". I know, Simon doesn't seem to be much of a problem solver. I guess I'll just have that program management talk with him, the one I have been postponing, read avoiding.

I am not an expert

Office slang for "I don't know shit".

Seen in Cluj

Reality seems more and more like remembering the future.

I am a star

Stardom is when you do whatever it is that you do and you get paid more than what people are paying to see whatever it is that you do.

That being said, I am definitely a star (not!). The thing is I am going to be dancing on a stage for an audience. As you might already know, I don't usually do this for a living. But it is an experience. It is called 100% Dance, and it happens this Thursday, starting 10 PM at CNDB. See me there.

Behold my teachings to you

As I have managed to create somewhat dustfree island in the middle of my dust ridden habitat, and as I am eating peanuts like an elephant, I have reached the final ultimate truth. Dust, like unwanted fat, goes to all those places. A few safe heavens include: the inside of my empty fridge, the contents of one or more beer cans, fresh peanuts and Frank Sinatra.

Time flies

And what nasty kinda insect that is!