Este inca in Germania dar nu pentru mult timp...:D
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joi, 19 mai 2011
sâmbătă, 5 februarie 2011
2 capturi
Una este wallpaperul cel nou. Ii multumesc lui Liviu ca m-a ajutat sa-l aleg!
Si a doua captura este in urma mini-shopping sesiunii de astazi. Sunt foarte mandra de achizitiile mele!
Si a doua captura este in urma mini-shopping sesiunii de astazi. Sunt foarte mandra de achizitiile mele!
sâmbătă, 15 ianuarie 2011
The Crue
"That motley drama - oh, be sure / It shall not be forgot"
Edgar Allan Poe - The Conqueror Worm 1843
Le-am citit pe toate patru. Vorbesc bineinteles despre cartile scrise de catre membri Motley Crue: The Dirt (toata formatia), The Heroin Diaries (Nikki's), Tommyland (Tommy's) si Tattoos&Tequila (Vince's).
Am mai scris pe blog despre ele si chiar am pus niste citate din cartea lui Nikki la un moment dat. Stiti ca sunt un mare fan Motley, ii admir pe fiecare dintre ei, cu bune si rele. Prin 2009 am avut ocazia sa ii vad cantand, niste legende (they were fuckin' huge in the 80s) pe o scena pe un stadion in Bulgaria. Imi doresc enorm sa ii revad candva, cumva.
Cartile sunt interesante, nu-mi vine sa cred prin cate au trecut oamenii astia. Brusc ma simt asa mica si insignifianta cu viata mea linistita incat simt un imbold sa fac o multime de chestii. Nu-s neaparat niste modele de urmat baietii astia dar este incredibil ce putere au sa mearga mai departe indiferent de ce se intampla in viata lor.
Cam asta e si ideea postului de fata. No matter how hard it is, you gotta move on.
In continuare, sper ca urmatoarele carti scrise de artisti pe care o sa mi le cumpar or sa fie noua carte a lui Nikki "This is gonna hurt" (se pune in vanzare pe 22 martie 2011) si cartea lui Zakk Wylde "Bringing metal to the children" (iese in 10 mai 2011).
Edgar Allan Poe - The Conqueror Worm 1843
Le-am citit pe toate patru. Vorbesc bineinteles despre cartile scrise de catre membri Motley Crue: The Dirt (toata formatia), The Heroin Diaries (Nikki's), Tommyland (Tommy's) si Tattoos&Tequila (Vince's).
Am mai scris pe blog despre ele si chiar am pus niste citate din cartea lui Nikki la un moment dat. Stiti ca sunt un mare fan Motley, ii admir pe fiecare dintre ei, cu bune si rele. Prin 2009 am avut ocazia sa ii vad cantand, niste legende (they were fuckin' huge in the 80s) pe o scena pe un stadion in Bulgaria. Imi doresc enorm sa ii revad candva, cumva.
Cartile sunt interesante, nu-mi vine sa cred prin cate au trecut oamenii astia. Brusc ma simt asa mica si insignifianta cu viata mea linistita incat simt un imbold sa fac o multime de chestii. Nu-s neaparat niste modele de urmat baietii astia dar este incredibil ce putere au sa mearga mai departe indiferent de ce se intampla in viata lor.
Cam asta e si ideea postului de fata. No matter how hard it is, you gotta move on.
In continuare, sper ca urmatoarele carti scrise de artisti pe care o sa mi le cumpar or sa fie noua carte a lui Nikki "This is gonna hurt" (se pune in vanzare pe 22 martie 2011) si cartea lui Zakk Wylde "Bringing metal to the children" (iese in 10 mai 2011).
joi, 8 iulie 2010
Ce mai citesc in ultima vreme
Mi-am cumparat 2 carti de la Saptamana Financiara acu vreo 3 saptamani si printre picaturi am reusit sa termin una dintre ele in weekend (am avut un program incredibil de incarcat).
Cea pe care am citit-o se numeste "Confesiunile unui cap al mafiei" si desi subiectul in sine a fost foarte interesant, felul in care e scrisa m-a dezamagit. Mi s-a parut ca autorul nu are nici un fel de talent la scris, avand de cele mai multe ori o abordare mult prea jurnalistica. In fine, daca mai cunoasteti carti (bune in special) despre subiectul asta, please share.
Pana sa ma apuc de a doua carte m-am vazut in weekend cu Cris si mi-a imprumutat o biografie AC/DC de care am fost atrasa imediat. Sunt pe la pagina 82 si inca nu a fost povestita nici o intamplare care sa-mi ramana intiparita in minte. In fine, abia sunt pe la anul 1977 asa ca poate in viitor o sa am parte si de alte povesti mai incitante. Sa fie oare faptul ca am citit biografia Motley Crue motivul pentru care ma astept la nebunii si din partea celor de la AC/DC?
In fine, azi nu prea aveam chef de povesti cu AC/DC asa ca am trecut la cartea nr. 2 de la Saptamana Financiara. Cartea in cauza este Che Guevara - Viata unui mit si sunt la pagina 44. Imi place stilul (thumbs up!) si am aflat deja o gramada de chestii interesante.
Acum o sa ma intorc la citit :-).
Cea pe care am citit-o se numeste "Confesiunile unui cap al mafiei" si desi subiectul in sine a fost foarte interesant, felul in care e scrisa m-a dezamagit. Mi s-a parut ca autorul nu are nici un fel de talent la scris, avand de cele mai multe ori o abordare mult prea jurnalistica. In fine, daca mai cunoasteti carti (bune in special) despre subiectul asta, please share.
Pana sa ma apuc de a doua carte m-am vazut in weekend cu Cris si mi-a imprumutat o biografie AC/DC de care am fost atrasa imediat. Sunt pe la pagina 82 si inca nu a fost povestita nici o intamplare care sa-mi ramana intiparita in minte. In fine, abia sunt pe la anul 1977 asa ca poate in viitor o sa am parte si de alte povesti mai incitante. Sa fie oare faptul ca am citit biografia Motley Crue motivul pentru care ma astept la nebunii si din partea celor de la AC/DC?
In fine, azi nu prea aveam chef de povesti cu AC/DC asa ca am trecut la cartea nr. 2 de la Saptamana Financiara. Cartea in cauza este Che Guevara - Viata unui mit si sunt la pagina 44. Imi place stilul (thumbs up!) si am aflat deja o gramada de chestii interesante.
Acum o sa ma intorc la citit :-).
duminică, 13 iunie 2010
The heroin diaries
Am terminat cartea. A fost exact asa cum mi-am imaginat-o. Si pentru ca oricat as incerca eu sa sumarizez probabil s-ar pierde din esenta cartii, va las cu cateva citate si parti care mi s-au parut mie mai interesante.
Decembrie:
"The best part of freebase is before the first hit. I love that moment, right before I put the glass pipe to my lips...that moment when everything is sane, and the carving, the salivating, the excitement all feel fresh and innocent. It's like foreplay...the ache that's always better than orgasm."
Ianuarie:
"One could say that I've been having a 10cc love affair...my mistress is so seductive. She sneaks, she lies - in fact, she will lie dormant, if that's what's needed to seduce me from my lifetime commitment (my music). Some could say I'm married to my music. Others...fuck them..."
Februarie:
"What is it about antiques that intrigue me? There's a feeling of history, a story not so plain to see, that seeps from the wood. It somehow makes me feel comfortable. I almost bought an old coffin today, but I couldn't think where to keep it in this house. The house is shrinking."
Martie:
"So there I was...naked, strung out, my shotgun loaded, knowing people were about to break into the house..were they coming to save me, or to get me? So I quickly flushed my drugs down the toilet and waited for what was about to happen. My biggest decision was this... do I go quietly, or shoot to defend myself?
Now I wake up to discover it was just another night of insanity. I didn't press any button and nothing happened...except I flushed all my fucking drugs down the toilet again."
Aprilie:
"I woke up this morning and the house is littered with bottles and empty bindles and cigarette ashes...it's a disaster zone. There are people lying around, some naked, some partially naked...I walked into the bathroom to find Steven Adler fucking that girl we like to call Slave...and Slash pissed in the spare bed in his sleep. It's at times like this that I wish all these people would go away..."
Mai:
"So I patiently explained to the guy that we need it painted black, and we need a naked girl painted on the outside. Ha started shuttering that they couldn't paint it black and I just gave him a look and said, Oh, that's a shame, we can't take it then. We agreed on a compromise - the girl can be riding a bomb on the side of the plane."
Iunie:
"Just woke up. Finally about 10:30 this morning I ordered two shots of Jack for breakfast so I could go back to sleep. The room service lady was about 65 and she gave me that grandmotherly look of disapproval. The fact that I had more makeup than she did probably didn't help."
Iulie:
"Hint: Never go to Mick's side of the stage for water. I gulped some down last night and just about puked...it was pure vodka. I think he's buffering his sorrow over that bitch he was with. I think a gun would cure his sorrow a lot better and faster. Shouldn't murder be legal for gold diggers?"
August:
"Me and Tommy stole the limo last night. It was funny as hell. When we got back to the hotel and our driver got out of the car to open the door for us, we locked the doors, jumped over the seat and drove the car off. He was chasing us around the hotel parking lot and we accidentally crashed it through the hotel gate. The guy was so fucking pissed and then the hotel manager came out yelling, telling us to get the fuck out of his hotel. Fred Saunders had to talk him out of fucking calling the police. We said we were sorry (of course we're not) and didn't get kicked out the hotel. Maybe 'cause we've spent about $30,000 here so far."
Septembrie:
"People think I'm a control freak but I just want the best for us. I want us to be the biggest band in the world and to break all the rules. I feel if I don't push we won't ever do anything different from every other fucking band."
Octombrie:
"Oh my God - as soon as I got the rock and hit the pipe I thought my heart was gonna jump outta my chest. The whole house started shaking, rolling and shit was falling off the walls. It threw me on the ground and I realized we were having a fucking earthquake.
I didn't know what to do so I ran outside, pipe in hand, and the door locked itself behind me. I was naked and had to run around the back of my house and break the window to get in. Then the alarm went off, and security company called. Days like this I with I didn't get out of bed..."
Noiembrie:
"Just got to the gig late because of me. I think I'm in Alabama. I ran straight into Duff, he was standing there in boxer shorts, no shirt and cowboy boots. I said, Hey Duff, nice look, and he said some girl stole all his clothes when he was passed out last night. Now that's fucking funny. Ok, I need a drink.
P.S. Hey what has 48 legs and 12 teeth? The front row in Alabama..."
11 Decembrie:
"I just woke up and realized today is my birthday. I ran to the machine to check it...no messages. Nobody has called to wish me a Happy Birthday. No presents, no cards, nothing. Nice. Wake up junk sick with a head full of sorrow."
Decembrie:
"The best part of freebase is before the first hit. I love that moment, right before I put the glass pipe to my lips...that moment when everything is sane, and the carving, the salivating, the excitement all feel fresh and innocent. It's like foreplay...the ache that's always better than orgasm."
Ianuarie:
"One could say that I've been having a 10cc love affair...my mistress is so seductive. She sneaks, she lies - in fact, she will lie dormant, if that's what's needed to seduce me from my lifetime commitment (my music). Some could say I'm married to my music. Others...fuck them..."
Februarie:
"What is it about antiques that intrigue me? There's a feeling of history, a story not so plain to see, that seeps from the wood. It somehow makes me feel comfortable. I almost bought an old coffin today, but I couldn't think where to keep it in this house. The house is shrinking."
Martie:
"So there I was...naked, strung out, my shotgun loaded, knowing people were about to break into the house..were they coming to save me, or to get me? So I quickly flushed my drugs down the toilet and waited for what was about to happen. My biggest decision was this... do I go quietly, or shoot to defend myself?
Now I wake up to discover it was just another night of insanity. I didn't press any button and nothing happened...except I flushed all my fucking drugs down the toilet again."
Aprilie:
"I woke up this morning and the house is littered with bottles and empty bindles and cigarette ashes...it's a disaster zone. There are people lying around, some naked, some partially naked...I walked into the bathroom to find Steven Adler fucking that girl we like to call Slave...and Slash pissed in the spare bed in his sleep. It's at times like this that I wish all these people would go away..."
Mai:
"So I patiently explained to the guy that we need it painted black, and we need a naked girl painted on the outside. Ha started shuttering that they couldn't paint it black and I just gave him a look and said, Oh, that's a shame, we can't take it then. We agreed on a compromise - the girl can be riding a bomb on the side of the plane."
Iunie:
"Just woke up. Finally about 10:30 this morning I ordered two shots of Jack for breakfast so I could go back to sleep. The room service lady was about 65 and she gave me that grandmotherly look of disapproval. The fact that I had more makeup than she did probably didn't help."
Iulie:
"Hint: Never go to Mick's side of the stage for water. I gulped some down last night and just about puked...it was pure vodka. I think he's buffering his sorrow over that bitch he was with. I think a gun would cure his sorrow a lot better and faster. Shouldn't murder be legal for gold diggers?"
August:
"Me and Tommy stole the limo last night. It was funny as hell. When we got back to the hotel and our driver got out of the car to open the door for us, we locked the doors, jumped over the seat and drove the car off. He was chasing us around the hotel parking lot and we accidentally crashed it through the hotel gate. The guy was so fucking pissed and then the hotel manager came out yelling, telling us to get the fuck out of his hotel. Fred Saunders had to talk him out of fucking calling the police. We said we were sorry (of course we're not) and didn't get kicked out the hotel. Maybe 'cause we've spent about $30,000 here so far."
Septembrie:
"People think I'm a control freak but I just want the best for us. I want us to be the biggest band in the world and to break all the rules. I feel if I don't push we won't ever do anything different from every other fucking band."
Octombrie:
"Oh my God - as soon as I got the rock and hit the pipe I thought my heart was gonna jump outta my chest. The whole house started shaking, rolling and shit was falling off the walls. It threw me on the ground and I realized we were having a fucking earthquake.
I didn't know what to do so I ran outside, pipe in hand, and the door locked itself behind me. I was naked and had to run around the back of my house and break the window to get in. Then the alarm went off, and security company called. Days like this I with I didn't get out of bed..."
Noiembrie:
"Just got to the gig late because of me. I think I'm in Alabama. I ran straight into Duff, he was standing there in boxer shorts, no shirt and cowboy boots. I said, Hey Duff, nice look, and he said some girl stole all his clothes when he was passed out last night. Now that's fucking funny. Ok, I need a drink.
P.S. Hey what has 48 legs and 12 teeth? The front row in Alabama..."
11 Decembrie:
"I just woke up and realized today is my birthday. I ran to the machine to check it...no messages. Nobody has called to wish me a Happy Birthday. No presents, no cards, nothing. Nice. Wake up junk sick with a head full of sorrow."
miercuri, 9 iunie 2010
Sixx
"Day one. Dope free. I went to the clinic today and got the first dose of methadone.
I'm out of dope so I threw away all my rigs.
Day two. I can't believe it's been two days without junk.
Fucking smack, it just ruins peoples' lives.
At first it seems so sweet, then you wake up next to a monster.
Day three. I haven't had anything for three days now.
This withdrawal is killing me. It's like shock therapy to my guts.
Day four. Last visit to the clinic. My whole body feels like it's cracking into pieces.
Fragile doesn't even come close to describing how I feel.
Day five-- I'm sick as a dog, but this handful of painkillers
and a lotta whiskey's gonna get me through.
Day six-- When I'm left to my own devices I go fucking insane.
I'll never use heroin again.
Day seven-- I can't believe I'm clean!
Day eight-- Everyone says I look better--
Day nine-- The parasites are panicking--
Day ten-- They seem amazed that I'm alive!"
Versurile de mai sus sunt un sample din ceea ce citesc acum. Nu pot sa cred ca am in sfarsit cartea asta in mana. Am intors-o pe toate partile, am citit fiecare pagina de cate doua ori sa fiu sigura ca nu-mi scapa nimic.
Pure rock'n'roll history. Pure narcotic.
I'm out of dope so I threw away all my rigs.
Day two. I can't believe it's been two days without junk.
Fucking smack, it just ruins peoples' lives.
At first it seems so sweet, then you wake up next to a monster.
Day three. I haven't had anything for three days now.
This withdrawal is killing me. It's like shock therapy to my guts.
Day four. Last visit to the clinic. My whole body feels like it's cracking into pieces.
Fragile doesn't even come close to describing how I feel.
Day five-- I'm sick as a dog, but this handful of painkillers
and a lotta whiskey's gonna get me through.
Day six-- When I'm left to my own devices I go fucking insane.
I'll never use heroin again.
Day seven-- I can't believe I'm clean!
Day eight-- Everyone says I look better--
Day nine-- The parasites are panicking--
Day ten-- They seem amazed that I'm alive!"
Versurile de mai sus sunt un sample din ceea ce citesc acum. Nu pot sa cred ca am in sfarsit cartea asta in mana. Am intors-o pe toate partile, am citit fiecare pagina de cate doua ori sa fiu sigura ca nu-mi scapa nimic.
Pure rock'n'roll history. Pure narcotic.
joi, 11 martie 2010
Festin literar
Motivul "lipsei" mele din spatiul virtual in perioada asta este faptul ca am din nou o perioada in care m-am apucat de citit la foc continuu. Pe mine cand ma apuca, ma apuca...
Dupa cum va spuneam aici, m-am apucat de citit Muzicofilia. Am devorat repede jumatate de carte, dupa care am lasat-o in stand by in weekendul cand am fost la Constanta. Cum cartea este destul de mare, nu m-am carat cu ea dupa mine prin metrou asa ca intr-o seara am trecut pe la un chiosc si mi-am cumparat asta. Eu in general nu prea am bagat nasul in SF-uri dar colectia asta de povestiri a lui Silverberg m-a dat gata. Recomand!
In weekend s-a intamplat sa merg la cumparaturi si am scapat la raionul de carti din Real unde nu m-am putut abtine si mi-am luat vreo 3 carti: Helen Walsh - Rebela, Greg Egan - Crantina si Joe Haldeman - Camuflaj. Aveau multe carti din colectia Nautilus SF de la Nemira la reducere (doar 10 ron/carte).
Cartea lui Helen Walsh este o carte despre droguri, adolescenta, sex si este considerata un fel de replica la Trainspotting. Mie mi-a placut mult dar eu in general sunt fan carti cu drogati. M-a tinut in priza si-n 2 zile am terminat-o (cu tot cu mers la job :) ).
Acum, mai am aproximativ 100 de pagini din Carantina care s-a dovedit o lectura mult mai dificila decat povestirile lui Silverberg. Nici n-are cum sa fie simpla treaba fiind vorba despre metafizica, mecanica cuantica si alte fericiri d-astea pentru genii. Sunt curioasa cu ce o sa raman la sfarsit :-)).
Planul este sa ma intorc maine la Muzicofilia mea draga si sa o termin, dupa care sa vad cu ce se mananca cealalta carte SF, adica Camuflaj.
Over and out ca am ochii busiti de somn,
Anca
Dupa cum va spuneam aici, m-am apucat de citit Muzicofilia. Am devorat repede jumatate de carte, dupa care am lasat-o in stand by in weekendul cand am fost la Constanta. Cum cartea este destul de mare, nu m-am carat cu ea dupa mine prin metrou asa ca intr-o seara am trecut pe la un chiosc si mi-am cumparat asta. Eu in general nu prea am bagat nasul in SF-uri dar colectia asta de povestiri a lui Silverberg m-a dat gata. Recomand!
In weekend s-a intamplat sa merg la cumparaturi si am scapat la raionul de carti din Real unde nu m-am putut abtine si mi-am luat vreo 3 carti: Helen Walsh - Rebela, Greg Egan - Crantina si Joe Haldeman - Camuflaj. Aveau multe carti din colectia Nautilus SF de la Nemira la reducere (doar 10 ron/carte).
Cartea lui Helen Walsh este o carte despre droguri, adolescenta, sex si este considerata un fel de replica la Trainspotting. Mie mi-a placut mult dar eu in general sunt fan carti cu drogati. M-a tinut in priza si-n 2 zile am terminat-o (cu tot cu mers la job :) ).
Acum, mai am aproximativ 100 de pagini din Carantina care s-a dovedit o lectura mult mai dificila decat povestirile lui Silverberg. Nici n-are cum sa fie simpla treaba fiind vorba despre metafizica, mecanica cuantica si alte fericiri d-astea pentru genii. Sunt curioasa cu ce o sa raman la sfarsit :-)).
Planul este sa ma intorc maine la Muzicofilia mea draga si sa o termin, dupa care sa vad cu ce se mananca cealalta carte SF, adica Camuflaj.
Over and out ca am ochii busiti de somn,
Anca
vineri, 26 februarie 2010
New book
Nu stiu cum s-a nimerit ca dupa experienta de ieri cu cartile, tocmai azi sa fie targ de carti si martisoare la noi la munca. Am dat si eu o tura pe acolo, ma asteptam sa fie mai multi ofertanti dar din cate am observat au fost numai cei de la Humanitas si nici ei nu au adus foarte multe carti.
Totusi, n-am rezistat si mi-am cumparat cartea asta:
Nu este nevoie sa va spun ce m-a atras la ea...este a doua carte a unui neurolog pe care o citesc si daca o sa fie cel putin la fel de interesanta ca si cealalta e perfect! Am gasit si un review al acestei carti aici. Suna bine de tot :-).
M-am apucat deja de citit dar nu cred ca o sa o iau maine la Constanta dupa mine. Asa ca asteptati o cronica abia pe saptamana viitoare.
Totusi, n-am rezistat si mi-am cumparat cartea asta:
Nu este nevoie sa va spun ce m-a atras la ea...este a doua carte a unui neurolog pe care o citesc si daca o sa fie cel putin la fel de interesanta ca si cealalta e perfect! Am gasit si un review al acestei carti aici. Suna bine de tot :-).
M-am apucat deja de citit dar nu cred ca o sa o iau maine la Constanta dupa mine. Asa ca asteptati o cronica abia pe saptamana viitoare.
joi, 25 februarie 2010
Bye bye beautiful
Cum am ratat eu acum juma de ora sansa de a ma baga in seama cu un roacer frumos si destept? Ma taram in drum spre casa si m-am oprit la chioscul de ziare din capatul strazii ca vazusem acu cateva seri o carte pe care o vroiam. Si vad eu ca nenea avea acolo un teanc mare de carti de la Adevarul si il pun sa-mi zica pe care le are sa-mi aleg...
Huruiau masinile in strada si sa mor daca intelegeam ce zicea ala. Ma strofoc eu sa-mi aduc aminte si imi pica fisa ca aparuse de curand la concurenta Adevarului "Invitatie la vals" si pentru ca sunt obosita si inculta ii zic lu nenea "aveti cartea de la Jurnalul cu valsul?", nenea "nu mai e", eu "uf...da parca-mi aduc aminte ca cea de la Adevarul pe care am vazut-o era ceva cu Don Juan.." si-aici intra in scena roacerul (pe care nu-l observasem pana atunci fiind foarte implicata in discutia cu nenea) care zice simplu "Moliere, era o carte mai subtire asa..", eu foarte varza, rosie de rusine si cu emotie in glas la vederea roacerului, ma uit la nenea si zic "Bine, daca n-o aveti nici p-asta, multumesc..." si plec.
Stupid Anca, stupid, stupid, stupiddddddd...nu puteai sa zici nimic mai inteligent? Nu puteai sa te bagi in seama cu roaceru binevoitor, very nice si cute?
Si-acu consolarea ca strugurii sunt acri: roaceru se amuza de incultura mea (damn it!) si s-a gandit sa-mi faca un pustiu de bine si sa ma culturalizeze, roaceru are 20 de ani (parea cam tinerel ce-i drept), o sa trebuiasca sa ma intorc la aceiasi carte pe care ma chinui de cateva luni sa o termin (n-am timp :(..).
In afara de frustrarile de mai sus, am si-o veste buna pe ziua de azi: s-a confirmat concertul cu Aerosmith din Romania, pentru 18 iunie. Cred ca-mi iau bilet saptamana viitoare.
Huruiau masinile in strada si sa mor daca intelegeam ce zicea ala. Ma strofoc eu sa-mi aduc aminte si imi pica fisa ca aparuse de curand la concurenta Adevarului "Invitatie la vals" si pentru ca sunt obosita si inculta ii zic lu nenea "aveti cartea de la Jurnalul cu valsul?", nenea "nu mai e", eu "uf...da parca-mi aduc aminte ca cea de la Adevarul pe care am vazut-o era ceva cu Don Juan.." si-aici intra in scena roacerul (pe care nu-l observasem pana atunci fiind foarte implicata in discutia cu nenea) care zice simplu "Moliere, era o carte mai subtire asa..", eu foarte varza, rosie de rusine si cu emotie in glas la vederea roacerului, ma uit la nenea si zic "Bine, daca n-o aveti nici p-asta, multumesc..." si plec.
Stupid Anca, stupid, stupid, stupiddddddd...nu puteai sa zici nimic mai inteligent? Nu puteai sa te bagi in seama cu roaceru binevoitor, very nice si cute?
Si-acu consolarea ca strugurii sunt acri: roaceru se amuza de incultura mea (damn it!) si s-a gandit sa-mi faca un pustiu de bine si sa ma culturalizeze, roaceru are 20 de ani (parea cam tinerel ce-i drept), o sa trebuiasca sa ma intorc la aceiasi carte pe care ma chinui de cateva luni sa o termin (n-am timp :(..).
In afara de frustrarile de mai sus, am si-o veste buna pe ziua de azi: s-a confirmat concertul cu Aerosmith din Romania, pentru 18 iunie. Cred ca-mi iau bilet saptamana viitoare.
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