What a fucked up day!

- Hello.
- Hello.
- Uhm, I have a cat and I’m taking her home with me by train. And the journey is very long and I need some pills for her, to calm her. Can you help me?
- Haven’t you been here before?
- Yes, I have.
- But I gave you 5 pills already!
- *Duuuh* But that was back in December. I’ve been home a couple of times since then.
- And you gave your cat all those pills?
- Of course! I had 5, that means 2 trips from Bucharest to Baia Mare and back. What? You think the pills are for me?
- …
- Awww, come on! I need them for the cat *bastard*!
- Fine, but I can’t give you more than 3. They are really powerful, you know. If you take more…
- BUT THEY ARE NOT FOR ME!!!
- …

Goddamn it, I don’t want to kill myself, I just want the cat to be calm on the 10-hour journey!!! Bastard!

Note to self:

Stop chasing shadows
Just enjoy the ride

Morcheeba - Enjoy the ride

To start your day with a panic attack at 5 in the morning is not that great. Of course, I can’t blame anyone for my EP *existential problems*, but I wish they wouldn’t occur in the most inopportune of moments.

I have a rich imaginary life. I’m always happy there, things are just the way I want them to be. I don’t have a single care in the world. But I’m scared shitless when it comes to confront my imaginary world with the real life. What if things won’t be that great? What if I don’t like it? What if it’s not at all how I expected it to be?

It happened quite a lot of times for things to be in my mind and in my mind only. And boy was it horrible when I realised that! Now I’d like not to mix the two of them again. I’ll stick to the daydreaming part, without expecting for the dreams to come true. *Ha, like they ever could!* It’s painless and tearless that way. Taking the easy way out? Definitely.

Te-am vazut iar, om al scarilor, dar tare rusinos mai esti

Books and movies always impress me more than real life.

I met Dragos at Piata Victoriei at about 6 this morning. The sun had already risen, so no sunrise to start my day with. Nonetheless, the walk was more than beautiful. It was great that the streets were *almost* empty, that it wasn’t hot at all and that the city had that fresh morning smell.

We didn’t have an itinerary so we just went from one street to another. The houses there are superb: old and each one with its history, its story. Too bad we didn’t have anyone to ask to tell us those stories and all we could do was admire them.

There are streets we’ve been to:

Beautiful houses and lots of cats

Miscellaneous
We fooled around

Eminescu, one of PSD’s symbols

Old cars ftw!

Turn off the light, save energy, dude!

A family jogging

Look up

Funny display

Window

What, no one reading there?

Colourful plate

Street child

I can hardly wait for another walking session!

As if it wasn’t enough that this week I went to bed at 4 in the morning *no exeptions*, thanks to Double D who kept me awake, last night I danced from 3 till 7 in the morning, in my undies, alone, in my room. Talking about not having a social life! Anyways, this night it happened again, only I started dancing at about 01:30. Oldies ftw!!!

Now I’m taking a short break to shower and get ready for a very early walk. I’ve corrupted Dragos and we’re going to see the sunrise from somewhere around Piata Victoriei, then we’re going for a stroll in the neighbourhood around Soseaua Kiseleff. Oh boy, I can hardly wait! I’m sure it’s gonna be something special!

I’m seriously thinking of suing Carpatina S.A. At home I drink only a hybrid of water - not plain, not sparkling either. And because the bastards here don’t have Tusnad Verde, I buy Carpatina. A big 5l plastic bottle full of that hybrid water.

The problem comes now: it’s bloody difficult to turn the cap to open the bottle, as if they glued one to another. Really, it usually takes me 2-3 minutes before I succeed in opening it. By then my hands are all red and they hurt. And I’ve used all the bad words I know.

I guess these bottle caps are designed to be opened by a man. But I’m single, no man living here, no one to open it for me. So, yeah, I think I’ll sue them for not making the caps more user-friendly… single women user-friendly.

I’m afraid of bees. I’ve never been stung by one and I don’t intend for that to happen. So every time I see a bee come near me I kind of panic and I run. Anyways, I was waiting for the green light when I heard this buuuuzzz near my ear and felt something inside my hair. Man, I freaked out! I started to shake my head frenetically and to run my fingers through my hair. Of course, I was mumbling something about “bloody bee, leave me the fuck alone”. What can I say? The people who were there looked at me as I was some kind of a nutcase. Good part: the bee didn’t sting me.

Then, on the tube back home, I saw an itsy bitsy spider on my book and I couldn’t kill it - it seemed way too small and harmless. So I let it get on my finger and tried putting it on my bag, but it wouldn’t listen! So it went from my book to my finger, back and forth. I kind of liked it. Even tried talking to it: “Hello, little one. What are you doing here? Don’t be scared, you can stay on my bag! Just go on my bag.” It was a stubborn one! Well, it ignored me, but the other people were, again, looking at me like I was a nutcase.

I’m not a nutcase! I just express myself.