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.

Living leaving, leaving living

I am leaving. I am leaving for work. I am leaving there for work.

And in the back of my mind, the constant buzz. "You're gonna see him, you're gonna see him, you're gonna see him". Constant, subconscious.

Jodie Foster came out.

Momentary need for continuous action

I need something.

Bending-mending

In a time when our love was young and deep, and despite that I had upset and hurt you then, I have taken you to see a film we both agreed afterwards was good. Now I own the film and you are with someone else.

I hate the cold wet leaves, their sparkling yellow from the distance of my window, all the way down. My spirit is not there yet. Wherever there is... I will admit I am not completely to terms with myself.

Relevant coffee

 

I have just had coffee. Actually, I have had a cappuccino. It made me realize I have always been a sexual person. I have always had sex, even if I was not making love. I have always had sex, even when I was in love. With different persons. And sex is for me probably one addiction I am not willing to quit. I have had a coffee with someone. A coffee, not sex. The sparkle in his eyes, "from the beer", he said, my realization, the short way back, the cold outside, the sour throat, the sequence of tenses, this post. Universe's conspiracy. It is all Somebody's smile at me. I can only catch a glimpse at Somebody's corner of the mouth.

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?

Tonight, on repeat

El Presidente, Come On Now. And 7% beer. Fuck it all. Almost all.

Facts of life like a nuke on the wall

Or like a flower on the wall. Slept like a stone, after laughing a bit hysterically I admit, but the guys are absolutely OK, which is very much in my book. Depression or lack of thereof could not prevent me from eating (like) a pig. Went to bed at four. My mouth ulcerations are almost gone. So, welcome back, dear milk in my morning coffee. Soundtrack for the day is Marilyn Manson's Eat Me, Drink Me. Can it get more appropriate than this?! Lassie's victory over Flipper, 20 votes (57%) to 15 (42%), in last week's poll, now makes complete sense. Stay tuned, will keep you posted.

"You've created a character who's deserted you"

My mouth is one thousand little ulcerations. Playing tag. Had to apologize for that. Scream at the available one. Call to make it right. Cannot make it right. Seat on the brink of depression. Contemplate yearly health evaluation. Road to the airport. Visit to the ER. Muse concert and Feeling Good from Origin of Symmetry. Set the night on fire. Literally, like electric, fire brigade and all. Read in reverse.

Ugly Monday sticks its head into my face

Not even Frank Sinatra can warm this cold early morning. Like always, checking my attractiveness against the dating site doesn't usually do much. The master of avoidance becomes the master of vicious circles. He occasionally also makes for the blunderer.

Waiting for my landlord, who in turn will be waiting for the workers to mount the soundproof windows. Off I go.

Marginal activity

According to Google Reader, from my 115 subscriptions, over the last 30 days I read 1,003 items, starred 0 items, shared 135 items, and emailed 0 items.

Yesterday

A day that has passed is way sadder than a day still to come. It was his birthday. Her birthday. Another birthday. A funeral cortege was killed by a truck. Ten kids were left without their parents. I saw it on the news. That is why I don't do funerals. I don't do weddings either. Unless I am blackmailed.

For the third time I have tried finding Rondo Capricioso at the bookshop. They had three more copies, but were unable to locate them. I am probably the last person here who has not read the book.

I am trying. I have my questions, I have my words. It's not a sollution. Dismiss poetry.

Back to the principles of this blog

Let's keep it brief, pan-semantic and visual. Now, unlike then, it's raining, but it's not sunny.

Wrestling with time

Absolutely nothing. Or getting nowhere fast.

Freudian slips with login in and log out

"You are so straight forward", she said. Me was thinking:"... must be the third sex..."

About a date slash vacation gone wrong "... the morning [noise]...". I hear "the morning service", and think of the morning glory.

Reading about shoes: "...lonely shoes", when in fact they were just "lovely".

Major (shutdown) allert

I know things suck when: I have to wear a suit and I don't feel like, and instead of making it in time for the meeting I am uploading photos. What was that recurrent passing thought of quitting?

Minor road incidents, major ego power trip

Five hours standing, one big icecream and chocolate eaten with two spoons!!! and two gin and tonic later, and I admit it. I am a sour looser. I cannot swallow the fact they said guilty when I said innocent. I am living my big time frustration. Feels like someone has put his boots into your mouth and you have to chew on them smilingly, if possible.

Well... I could really slap someone, but it's only me at hand. And that has never worked. Nighty night.

Spermcount

What better time to count your eggs, than Easter? If there is none, call your gay brother and not only drop them on him, but also do incidentally mention the possibility of him becoming the gay donor uncle for your child . Do altogether skip repeating the test, fertility treatment, adoption etc.

Spots

Slept like shit, semi-nightmare included, or rather a production, have you ever seen the 60s musicals with a lot of extras? Coffee, no milk, super large apple and orange fresh, late start, under the skin painful spot right under the skin on my forehead.

Every staging on love speaks to me. Saw the first act of Bal/Ball at Teatrul de Operta Ion Dacian and Sado Maso Blues Bar at Teatrul Mic. Maybe a new label "me at the theater"?

It's Monday, let's hit the road to the empty office. How odd.