I hate my life! I hate this country! I pretty much hate myself right now… so this kinda sums it up for today.
Tuesday, 26 July 2005
Friday, 8 July 2005
Well, they say any miracle lasts for three days. But we’re in Wacko-land, remember? None of the rules apply.
So after the first post in this category, it all went downhill. Never found the time to write another one until now. And sadly, this one is not going to be a proper post either, just a quickie.
Tomorrow is my wife’s 31st birthday! If I don’t get another chance to write, Happy birthday, sweetie!
And the connection with the rest of the post is… well, I’m still at the office, waiting for her to pick me up. So I’d better hurry to the florist at the corner before she gets here! That’s why I can’t tell you how was my day, but it was really boring anyway. See ya… well, you know what I mean.
Friday, 1 July 2005
… with this country! I mean, what does it tell you when you see sick old people in the streets of Bucharest, selling little old things from their home because they cannot afford their medicines? Which in turn will buy them a few more days in this fucking hell… Jesus, something is really, really wrong with this. This whole world is going down, the sad thing is we’re among the first to go.
The old lady right across the building where I work reminded me of my grandmother, maybe that’s why I was so touched. I could almost burst into tears and I’m so sorry I can’t do a thing about her and all others… or about me, for that matter.
Being in the wrong place, at the wrong time. And quite possibly the wrong planet altogether. Fuck!