Ressurection

...of a blog, serving as a disposal facility for the loudmouth in charge of annoying people, making them feel miserable and getting them bored o death. After having totally enjoyed a British-humour style holiday, with sunburns, sudden summer colds, unpaid work and vigourous kicks in the receiving end, I am in the mood for writing ... I mean, throwing away some old stuff...memories...sweet old days, long lost, never to be recovered again...
... and of a nasty persona, wandering around in the blogosphere, looking for victims. All volunteers are welcome, no matter the age, sex and location.
Have an awful time.

On the road...

Underwear in plain sight, triumphantly designed, blond hair hanging above and underneath a hat that seems to come from the lingerie, plus old age in pink glaze, no glory blaze to come up with.
This is Madonna! behold! taste her red, grease-flavoured lips, before you go further.

I've had enough of...

living, blogging, whatsoever, synonyms or not, boring, or straightforward exhausting both.

Nimic

De altfel, ăsta ar putea fi titlul potrivit pentru întreaga mea existenţă (de dinainte de el). Adică: gânduri şi fapte care se contrazic şi se anulează (ca să mă exprim telegrafic şi să încerc să spun totul la rece).
Şi după el-dezastrul (potopul). Emotional roller/coasters în fiecare zi: fericire, furie, linişte, nu neapărat în ordinea asta. Niciun happy-ending până acum, dar ce nevoie am de sfârşit, pentru ceea ce nici măcar n-am început?
Mă simt de parcă mi-aş lua tot timpul apărarea. Mă ascund, apoi ies rapid, pe urmă iar mă ascund behind myself, normal).
N-am timp, nici dispoziţie să termin postarea. Oricum, good night.