As you might have noticed, I’m in a busy period, plus, I really don’t know what stupid detail of my life to tell you today, I’m stressed and I woke up late so I have to kinda run!
Ah, here’s a thing you didn’t know about me: I like flowers (a?). Me and the rest of 7 billions people on this planet…My obsession goes till buying them almost daily and in immense quantities. And yes, I know that this “favorite flowers” shit is a cliche but my favs are white lilies. Okkkk, I’m sure you could have lived happily ever after without knowing that.
Yesterday, at the flower market, I was a widow, with a scarf on my head, flowers and all, who goes to a funeral. The funeral of latte cups pictured in the morning, of cakes pictured at midday and of dinner facebooked in the evening. People, we got it! You eat all the good stuff and we (we who live in the French Bakery near you not in Somalia, you do realize that no?) don’t, relax, you’re special and cool, we got it!
Ok, the bitchy moment passed, freedom of expression people, freedom of expression…it’s important not to forget about it, after all, it has so many benefits! (wink)
Now, that rare moment when I write in Romanian:
Fara doar si poate stiti de pe acum ca sunt prin definitie o haotica. Ei bine, acest aspect deficitar din viata mea se rasfrange in cotidian, prin lipsa de timp. Problema n-ar fi prea mare daca aceasta lipsa de timp s-ar aplica doar la momentele in care este necesar sa ma comport ca un om matur si sa-mi asum responsabilitati, de genul platit de facturi, facut piata (da, inca mananc haotic, drept dovada si cele 6 kg in plus sau minus, depinde de luna) si alte oranduieli necesare.