my first...

here's what I got for my first 2010 post:

having a real diary makes it difficult to post around here, not that anybody reads this.

I find myself caught up between so many difficult decisions. personal, professional

family matter, killing people, saving animals and plants... how can you not have expectations?

how could you not? it comes natural and it's hard to fight them. you want things to

go your way cause that means you have pleasure in life. how can there be a relationship

without expectations, unless you don't care about the other, right?

anyways, I shall return to my study books

letter to Santa

dear Santa,

I want you to bring me nothing this year. I mean it.

delegatie

ma duc in ploiesti. ma intreb cat o sa injur pe acolo...?

apoi in campina. oare acolo cat o sa reusesc sa nu ma enervez...?

I don't miss missing you

I heard a song while coming back home on the radio and the dj

said the song's name is don't miss missing you. horse piss song,

normal pop/dance song but the title hit me. I get it.

1 Decembrie

fiind ziua nationala a Roamaniei nu imi ramane decat

sa le doresc tuturor romanilor *care merita*, un sincer

la multi ani!

si cand zic care merita nu ma refer la ratalaii aia care merg in spania

sa frece buzile si apoi se intorc in tara cu un volvo si se dau mari ca

vai vezi Doamne cat de domni sunt si bineinteles ca nu am refer la idiotii

care sustin ca romania e naspa cand de fapt ei sunt reprezentantii tarii deci

implicit ei sunt naspa sau la imbecilele alea de la televizor care-s cu attele

afara si nu stiu cat e 2+2x2.

ii 6, nu 8.

500 days of summer

I saw the movie. it's not a chick flick and not a cheesy story.

it actually opened my eyes towards some things and yet again

made me sad somehow.

is there true love, like int he movies? should I believe there is?

somewhere, waiting for me? cause I loved but my ending was so far

from a fairytale ending.

that's why you feel bad for a character, when you see it suffer, cause

neither in a movie or a fairytale there are no bad characteristics about

the characters. can't they show the truth? he was great looking, but an

aliterate bastard? she was so neat but her fingers were always dirty?

he said he loved her, but he called his exgirlfriend at 4 a.m to ask her to

go out for a pint.

so, even tho Tom found happiness and re-started believing in true love

that lasts forever and there are no mistakes in a relataionship, I can't really

believe it.

tu pizda, eu iti rup gura!

I am a proud 'parent' of two dwarf hamsters and a guinea pig.

they are adorable! just adorable! I love them too much to be true.

well, the thing is that I love animals so much more than people, but

that's a different story.

last weekend I went with 3 people to a hut. another two came after

wards. one of the girls claimed, all of the sudden that all rodents are

the same. that rats, mice, hamsters and guinea pigs are all the same.

she was talking about how disgusting they are and filthy.

me "you are a complete ignorant if you claim such absurd things

(*in my mind* you fucking fucktard!)"

she "I am not. I don;t care, they are all the same. rodents are all

the same. all of the"

me "so well, if they're the same, that means that you, a gipsy and

a prostitute are the same shit, right?"



now, I am looked upon as the tyrant, as the mean bitch that likes to

make people feel bad. well NEWS FLASH! you don't trash my pets

without dealing with the consequences, you cunt! and worst than that,

is that people are actually expecting me to apologize! to apologize! me!

motherfuckers.

she knew what pets I have but she kept on insulting not only my pets

but all rodents. so why should I feel sorry if she's the retard that can't

listen to calm words, but when she's insulted she feels so harmed?

fraiera dracului...