Dr. Seuss again

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own.
And you know what you know.
And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go.


Oh, the Places You'll Go! 

Qwertz

Muraturi, prima incercare

"Pe ce te bazezi?"

E incredibil cat de incetatenita e ideea ca intrebarea de mai sus e marca lui Ilie Moromete. De fapt, de ce ma mir? Cine-l (mai) citeste pe Marin Preda?
E vorba lui "al lu' Parizianu'". Stefan, pe numele lui. In "Delirul". Uof.

September

Lost habits.
Still a teenager at heart. I keep thinking over and over again about my perfect life. I got all the little fuzzy things that go straight to my heart and make me feel soft and warm. I got the man with the strong arms, I got the new cast iron pots that I can't wait to try out, got my comfy couch and red cotton sheets and pink wine and dark chocolate and apple pie and my ebook reader and Pride and Prejudice and Grey's Anatomy and the long orchid dress and the black suede shoes with a ribbon and the cat tattoo on my back.

However I feel so stuck. Shopping is just another way of coping. I am the walking image of The Narrator before Tyler Durden. I got Ikea catalogs and Ikea pots and knives. Shopping for pots and bio lavender essence. Shoes and dresses. The cat tattoo. When will the fighting begin? It has to begin, it just has to!

Yet again, always missing something. Always running for the great unknown and always fearing it. Always a teenager, filled with overflowing passion. I just can't handle the intensity anymore. Or can I?

I used to ditch relationships because I always feel so intensely it hurts. Just like sex. Sometimes it hurts and you flinch but then again it's so intense that you can't help going back there again and again and again.

I'm just too self-conscious. I avoid losing myself in what I want to feel as I already know that I can only feel things at maximum intensity and maximum intensity always hurts like hell. I lose myself in powerful embraces. When my bones begin to crack I feel loved.

I'm a weird creature. I keep telling myself to write a darn book, maybe I'd release some of the suppressed energy. Too bad I cannot spend all this intensity in sports, I'd be no less than Usain Bolt.

In sfarsit!

Rapsodii de toamna
 
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A trecut întâi o boare
Pe deasupra viilor,
Şi-a furat de prin ponoare
Puful păpădiilor.

Dieffenbachia infloreste

Focaccia

Fresh. Doar unul din cele 7 feluri de mancare facute azi. Yum.

Creveti in interpretare proprie

Foame + Good Food + Gilmore Girls = inspiratie!
Adica: o punga de creveti norvegieni tavaliti in unt si ulei de masline plus o mana de mazare si una de fasole verde, sare, piper, boia iute, trei catei grasi de usturoi felii, zeama de la o lamaie si putin vin alb. I-am terminat in 10 minute si am lins si ultimul strop de sos extraordinar de bun. Cu un roze sec de Segarcea, Domeniile Coroanei 2010. Inca ma ling pe bot.

Kindle

incep sa pricep what the fuss is all about. o carte chiar vine cu un singur click. absolutely fabulous. sunt prinsa total si asta in conditiile in care eu folosesc doar aplicatia pentru android. imaginati-va ce prapad as face cu the real thing.

Curiosities

"Oh!" said Fleur, "I do wish you'd both drop that. Nobody will
have anything to say to it. You might as well ask the people of
to-day to live like St. Francis d'Assisi."
"My dear young lady, suppose St. Francis d'Assisi had said
that, we shouldn't be hearing to-day of St. Francis."
"Well, what real effect has he had? He's just a curiosity. All
those great spiritual figures are curiosities. Look at Tolstoi
now, or Christ, for that matter!"

John Galsworthy - The Swan Song (3rd volume of A Modern Trilogy)