sole on a nail, rivers…

uhmmm…I got stood up by a guy who wanted to go out with me, whom I didn’t wanna go out with…oh, and it came at one of the best moments ). erm…correction: not sure about the going out part, I mean his, I still militate for comradeship. cant say I dig Indiana jones either…at all actually!

trilul din gradina

im gonna go bonkers!! in fiecare zi, de cand stau acasa trece o duba d-aia antideluviana, cu un megafon atasat si o caseta cu urmatorul text on heavy, continuous, ANNOYING! rotation: “Mah ciocoflenderilor, sunt Piersic! haideti la targul de imbracaminte si incaltaminte! Ia zi, mah!” si aici incepe ala sa advertise. man, dar cu tampenia asta am scol, si dimineata si la pranz, and it goes on and on and on and on and on. AAAAArrrrrrrgh!!! it’s a bit too much. de-om scapa de targul asta, sa nu mai aud! nu, ca acu fac reclama la bilete la teatru. si e de-abia pe nu stiu cat iunie!!! so, im screwed!

the dRagon waRRior

man, this is gonna b smokin’ hOOOOt!!! i’m a blur, i’m a blur…ya-waaaa-ha!

skidoush! hahahaha…jack black’s a genius! I love the fat bastard!

this is a reminder (fo’ lateh)

tennis, marat safin/verdasco…sullen day for fantasies

nooooooo!!! (( jhsagrfseahrfuahf DAMNIT!!!! safin lost (( to carlos moya…no faaaaair! i didn’t even get to see the match and he lost already! what the heck is wrong with him? i am sooo sad…consolling myself a bit with Fernando Verdasco, who’s growin on me, ‘cept he’s playin Federer right now so…gee, I wonder how that will come out. Although Verdasco rocks! left-handed, born in ‘83…not to mention a straping “apparition”. u go, cabron! meanwhile…i’m still grieving and boiling over safin’s misfortunes…love may be quite ill-fated at times. or whatever it is that’s keeping him away from the Essential! oh, I’ve been talking bout the Hamburg Master Series 2008. nadal moved on, djokovic moved on…his opponent was this huuge dude, 6, 10 inches, which apparently means about 2 m and 10 cm. now that’s gigantesque alright! had a killer, ferrari like serve. oooh…but safin still lost!! and the clock’s sorta ticking…

I just love being lied to…makes me like myself morE.

how ’bout?

how ’bout engrossing over a carnivorous, vermian, drugged and tingly nite illusion? how ’bout a pack of busy cramps? how ’bout my life philosophy? how ’bout reserving the reclusion? how ’bout waving to blanks? how ’bout receiving the word? how ’bout hitting the sun in the cockcrow? how ’bout bending the knees? how ’bout hearing of a darling, honey-hearted old tailor whom u’ve just met and smiled with, …? how ’bout adopting a chocolate ear? how ’bout a lot of but-s? how ’bout sticking a knife thru my hair? how ’bout havin ur train disintegrate a man right when u feel the breaks? how ’bout rejecting any relational imposition? how ’bout revering the one overdue fantasy? how ’bout one palatable ”alright” on repeat? how ’bout some more anytime?

well, slap me silly and call me grandma, this just doesn’t seem to end!!! this post’s gonna be the misery one, where I just wander about all the bleedin, f’ed up evthin, everyday, everywhere, with everyone. this is where I can safely, accentuately, gruesomely, unlamely say, livin’ is tough and sucky and bullshity and confusing.

to carry on…how ’bout a man in a blaze, self-destructive? accidental?- dunno, but all’s left. how ’bout one of the saddest and mildest furry lil looks dripping crums of loneliness and uncertain course? how ’bout your closest soul trippin over all novelties, day in and out? how ’bout freakin screaming ur guts out!