Yes, yes, another post with uRMa’s pic. She’s a kind of blogsitter. Whenever I don’t feel like talking about my oh, so incredible life, I put a picture with her *OK, OK, that’s not always the case*.

Anyways, we’ve been living in peace with each other for almost a year and a half now, but, boy does she have some annoying habits I have to put up with. First of all, she has this sadistic pleasure of waking me up early in the morning. No reason at all. She jumps on me, she miaows, she does everything possible to wake me up. After her morning job is done, she jumps on the bed *sometimes on my tits* and starts purring, going back to sleep.

When I leave a room, she leaves the room with me. It doesn’t matter that she’s asleep, that she’s watching pigeons from the window, she keeps on following me. Then, when I get back in the room, she refuses to come, only to make me get up from the desk/bed and go open the door for her to come in, 5 minutes later.

When she’s in a loving and caring mood, she usually sits on my chest, with her head under my chin and her claws deep in my skin. The first part is really touching, but the latter one is painful.

But the thing that really annoys me is when she buries her nose and mouth in my T-shirt and she… she slobbers all over me. Yuck! Most of my T-shirts are cat-saliva-marked. I have no idea why I she doing that.

Strange kitty I have… Well, at least she doesn’t come to the toilet with me anymore

Am visat ca mi-am ros unghiile pana la sange si ca ii strigam ca nu eu sunt de vina.

Primele lucruri pe care le-am facut dupa ce m-am trezit au fost sa imi tai unghiile si sa nu ma mai gandesc la ea.

Imi urasc visele.

I want to go back to Bucharest. Now!

Yesterday was Mum’s birthday, so we had a little garden party with her colleagues. Needless to say we had lots of fun *well, not as much as last time*. I wish I had a boss like Mum. Hope they realise how lucky they are

Anyways, love you Mum, love you, love you, love you!

Cousin pics

“Do you dream?”
So many times I’ve overflowed
So many faces come and go
I play my cards into the sun
And try to work out what you are
To me

UNKLE - What are you to me?

Man, it took me quite a few years to discover UNKLE

I feel so undressed in dresses

I hope that my boyfriend won’t think about my presents as ‘an investment’. And if I have kids, I hope they won’t be ashamed of walking down the street with their father. Better alone than with a man like that.

Things like this make my day.

Thanks, Buttercup!

If I admit to myself that I still love her, will my subconscious leave me alone? She was the best thing that happened to me and I let her believe I walked out on her. She gave music and colours and rainbows and tea. I still remember the way she smells, how incredibly beautiful she looks when she smiles, how delicate her hands are. There were so many songs and photos I wanted to send to her, without knowing who sent them. There were so many e-mails I wanted to write to her, so many conversations I had with her in my imaginary world. So many things that I’ll never say and she’ll never know. I’m trying hard to convince myself that this is for the best, that if this happened is only for a reason. But when I wake up in tears cause I dreamed of her, well, I don’t know what that reason could possibly be. If it’s so goddamned easy to get over boyfriends, why is it so goddamned hard to get over her?

I like most of Mum’s friends, but she has a friend I actually love. So, I’ve spent these last 2 days visiting Maramures with Mum, Otilia - her best, best friend , Otilia’s brother and sister-in-law, and 2 of Otilia’s friends: Beatrice and Camelia. Well, we had so much fun together, I can hardly believe it! I had a book with me, but didn’t feel at all like reading. We talked and laughed a lot and the girls were simply great! I envy them for having such a friendship, even after 30-something years.

Maramureş is such a beautiful ‘county’! Every time I’m visiting it I feel proud of having lived here. Maramu’ rules!

Ofc, cats

The tallest wooden church in the world *75m, if I remember correctly*

Bârsana view

I remember seeing an ad with red Converse

Muzeul Satului from Sighetul Marmaţiei

I cheated on uRMa with a puppy, but shhh, don’t tell her

I am so glad that I went with them! It really was wonderful!