reasons why social interaction in the morning is bad for me. and to you if you know me.

It's 11 a.m. and:

- I was already asked to review a poetry. It was crap. 

- I was already asked to comment on the uprising war threatening to swallow Romania along with the entire Eastern Europe. I hope only the stupid will die.

- I already had strangers in my house. One of them was asking too many questions. So I killed him.

- Now I'm trying to hide the body.

- I haven't even had the time for the only thing I want to see in the morning, which is a big ass cup of coffee. Or a shotgun. No preferences, but coffee does taste better.

song to blend it nicely:


mhm.

stupid country song breaking my heart!

it may be country, but it's resonating with a very deep side of my soul.
and I feel it shatter my heart in so many pieces I feel I will never be able to put them all together.
it doesn't remind me of anybody.
it doesn't bring any memories to mind.
it doesn't relate to anything I have ever felt or known.
but each time I listen to it
it breaks my heart.


stupid country song breaking my heart!

Romantic crap

Remember when we climbed that tree and we just stood there to see the sunrise? Our feet were numb and our backs would hurt, but we just didn't give up. And then you put those rose petals in my hair and I said "that's some romantic crap right there!".
We'd chase each other all over the park like stupid kids at 5 am in the morning.
And then we fell asleep on the couch, all space between us. Just our hands were touching.
Do you remember?
Neither do I.

I'm working and listening to Muddy, the only high I need these days.

Snuggles

Today I went shopping and it took me 3 hours to decide on a new telephone. I finally purchased a new pillow instead. I named it Snuggles.

On another note, I had to witness a strange, yet entertaining moment for me. My sister doing a project with other 2 girls in her class.

>one of them sent a model

>after 2 hours of arguing and trying to agree, I did the calculus for them

>then they called each other on the phone and b*tched about the class, the subject of the project, the colleagues, the weather, etc.

>then staring for 5 minutes at a blank page

>finally they decided to send it in that form

>it's just half a point anyway

>I can't believe I let her borrow my PC and I did nothing but read all this entire time

>good thing I had my Snuggles