4:30 - wallow in self-pity.
5:00 - stare into the abyss.
5:30 - solve world hunger.
Tell no one.
6:00 - jazzercise.
7:00 - dinner with me.
I can't cancel that again.
7:30 - wrestle with my self-loathing.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
I was going to kill my heroin.
(subtitles: Trebuie sa-mi iau heroina)
But I've changed my mind.
(Dar m-am razgandit)
I'm afraid I might have to kill someone else instead.
If every angel's terrible
Then why do you welcome them?
Monday, September 24, 2007
It so happened that yesterday proved me that even I can have a good day, an option long erased from my to-do list.
But yesterday it just happened. The sun shining like crazy, the sky so blue I felt like an alien.
No music in my ears, started to make googly eyes at the people around, who suddenly came to life.
First corner: bump into a big fat kinda ugly rocker mom. Next to her - the sweetest thing: a little rocker to be, less than half my age, dressed by the book - stretch jeans, baggy black T-shirt, belt chain, earrings and long hair. In my time, boys never looked like this. :-/
Next corner, bus stop. Earthly discovery: even nuns have sharp elbows when it comes to getting a seat in the bus. My ribs felt blessed. My heart skipped a beat. I stood awe stricken.
PS. the best turn
on... off... on best uncategorized turn of the morning: finding on the pillow hairs belonging to women of different colors and lengths.
Leading to... Yesterday's quote: "You see, they say that people shrivel up because they have an imagination. So, don't imagine anything, you'll become brave as hell."
What will our contestant do? Behind which door lies sheer bliss?
Friday, September 21, 2007
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Povesti cu oameni gri sub luna plina, ceruri purpurii, lumi ciudate, infumurate de ierburi cosmice, intunecimi demonice si flacari ale nebuniei ascunse, paduri dupa asfintit, cu umbre lungi in taramul corbilor, cu ape dulci si pietre de mormant. (continuare)
Friday, August 31, 2007
Good news: Sibiu is still there, with the same overwhelming effect. Sibiu makes me happy.
Bad news: Sibiu is still there, with the same overwhelming effect. Sibiu makes me sad.
Dunno-how-to-label-them news: an ex is getting married and I'm invited to the wedding; another ex seems to be getting married and I know it from hearsay. Sibiu has as many ears as its eyes.
Dans le derisoire I am lost.
Oh, and I saw Jethro Tull.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
^This^ tops' em all.
- boredom period kicks in with every approaching birthday;
- must find surrogates for real changes;
- exhausted all mild possibilities: tattoo - check; hair color - check; nose piercing - check; eyebrow piercing - finally, check that too;
- must hurt myself to see if i still feel?;
- (self) mutilation will do just fine;
- conclusion: my common sense decreases with age. It's sad to make such discoveries about your own self. I must have a shitload of supressed frustrations i'm trying to cover up.
Is there a Freud in the house?
Facts about tongue piercing:
- hurts like hell.
- hurts like fuckin' hell.
- the whole thingy takes about 2 min.
- the pain dwells on and on.
- last solid food ingested: 4 days ago.
- thank god for blenders.
- mispronouncing T's, S's, Ch's.
- getting more and more spiritualized by every apple sipped through a straw. Idiocy comes with a
- taking turns in feeling like Demostenes, while babbling on the beach, with a mouthful of pebbles and like a big toothless baby drooling uncontrollably.
- surpassed hunger. Working on how to quit breathing, too.
- slaps forehead.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Eu cu ochii zgaiti in sus si armati de fotografie.
Ea mica, stirba, alba si in negru.
- Sarumana, mama, te uiti la dumnezeu?
Cateva realitati, din care unele adevarate:
Bunica imi spunea saru'mana si chiar mi-o saruta cand ii aduceam ceva bun. Mi-e foarte dor de bunicul.
Zambet impleticit de copil mare si greoi la minte. "Sa spun si eu sarumana?". Ochi jos din tavan cu o expresie inexpresiva de tabula rasa.
Cateva replici care n-au fost spuse, pentru ca nu-s cabotina si ipocrita decat pe dinauntru.
- Nu, mamaie, ca n-as sti sa-l recunosc.
- Nu, mamaie, dupa aia n-as mai face niciodata fotografii.
- Nu, mamaie, se uita el destul la noi toti.
- Nu, mamaie, ca mi-e rusine.
Numitor comun: Nu.
Nici un moment:
N-am mai facut nici o fotografie.
As vrea sa dorm acum.
O ora jumate mai tarziu: sau macar acum?
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Il las pe Sisif la poalele muntelui. Ne întoarcem întotdeauna la povara noastră. Dar Sisif ne învaţă fidelitatea superioară care îi neagă pe zei şi înalţă stîncile. Şi el socoteşte că totul e bine. Acest univers rămas fără de stăpîn nu-i pare nici steril, nici neînsemnat. Lupta contra înălţimilor e de-ajuns spre a umple un suflet omenesc. Trebuie să ni-l închipuim pe Sisif fericit.
Acum un an eram un corb.
Monday, August 06, 2007
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Cause all you people are vampires
And all your stories are stale
And though you pretend to stand by us
I know you're certain we'll fail