Sweet dreams

I feel the need to explain myself a little bit. Earlier today, Boyfriend was reading my blog and it felt as usual. Freaking weird and I would have given anything for him to stop doing it. Ever since I was a child, I had this need of writing; I don't know whether I was born with it or it just came later, when talking became such a torture to me that I had no other choice than to write. Either way, writing feels just like a need to me, therefore I have to do what I have to do when pressured by the need; you have to pee and the longer you wait, the greater the torture; the feeling of relief is indeed a pleasure , but that doesn't really mean you want other people to see what you just did! It's basically the same with my writing; I do it because I feel the need to do it, the need that comes after days of seeing places and interacting with people; I am not proud of it and I certainly don't like the way I write; There are moments when I hate myself for writing, moments when

    Today we were having lunch and I was of course pressured by the same question: what do you want for you B-day? when a girl with cute small tattoos on her back passed by and I said "I want a tattoo". Boyfriend reacted  like some cold water has just been poured on him (although considering the actual heat, that would be rather nice!) and his answer felt just like a slap - or a 1000 slaps :"as long as you are with me, you will never get a tattoo; if this happens, I will dump you immediately!" I was both amused and annoyed by his reaction: how come he didn't know I was fooling around? After three years of relationship he should know better that I share his opinions about tattoos. But then, how can he react like Hitler since he knows better than anyone else that I have lived with a Hitler for 20 years and I really really really can't stand being told that I am allowed or not to do something? You see - what you need to know about me is that I will do the oppos

    Because the first half of 2014 is already gone(times flies, doesn't it?), because soon I'm turning 1000 years old(today Boyfriend tells me:"I can't believe it's your birthday again! Poor thing, he makes me presents so often that it feels like everyday is my birthday!) and because the doctor told me that I might as well just be dead soon unless I radically change my lifestyle and I swallow 1 billion pills on a daily basis(it's really not that bad, I'm just such a biiiig baby, can you blame me?) I decided to make some resolutions for the second half of the year. Besides, people almost never keep their promises made on first of January(at least, I don't. And another 7 billion of the world's population don't, but, you know, people might feel offended when it's really not the case, as in "OMG, I totally love your humor, Georgiana, but sometimes it can hurt people's feelings, how can you say I didn't keep my New Year's resolu

    I am not, as I have said so many times before, a talker. I am a listener, if the subject holds any interest to me, if not, I will fake interest, because I am just too polite to say to the person: " Man, you have some serious issues, stop talking so much, otherwise my head will go bum-bum!". I am definitely a writer. It happened to me in my childhood that people thought I was either stupid or mute, because I didn't talk. It takes time for me to talk to you. If I start mocking you or making fun of you, that means I truly like you.(or I hate you, but I am too polite to say it:D).    Since I am writer, I am a thinker. I recently talked to someone about work environment, and that person was telling me :"MAN, how awesome would it be if I worked at Google! Have you seen their facilities, they even have special places designed for workers to take a nap, how awesome is that??? That should be the greatest job in the world!". What did I answer to that person? Awesom

  What happens in Bulgaria stays in Bulgaria, unless they (almost literally) shit on you. Then, you have no choice but to make sure as many people as possible learn about what happened.    Let's start with the beginning: we, Romanians, like to go to Bulgaria for vacation. I don't really understand why they have eluded us(since we also have shore on the Black Sea), but foreign investors have put shit lots of money to make Bulgaria a nice(and cheap!) place to visit! Now they say on the internet that the average salary of Romania is 300 euros(even though all the people I know, including teachers and other respectable professions would say that 300 euros is a rather dream salary.), so with that wage, you can only imagine why a nice all-inclusive vacation costing around 500 euros for two persons would be apealling. I was talking with one of the managers who has been to Bucharest, his girlfriend being Romanian. He told me he did a lot of shopping and also went to a lot of restauran

"What if I'm far from home? Oh, brother I will hear you call."     I love this song from Avicii, for a thousand resons and I particularly adore this two lyrics. The whole song makes me think about my little brother - I always wonder if I am still going to call him "little" when he is 10 cm taller than me. But he will always be almost 20 years younger than me, so who knows!!!     Because I just listened to this song, I got a little bit sentimental, so I needed to say this on my blog: I LOVE YOU, YOU LITTLE MONSTER, MORE THAN ANYONE IN THIS WORLD!!!! Fuck, I sometimes even woder if I will ever be capable to have children of my own, if my whole sisterly/maternal love is already given to him!(because, let's face it, having a 19 years younger brother involves also some maternal love.)   Now, I will tell you the story: I have been begging God for a little brother(note: it was always a brother, never a sister!) for 18 years when Mum gave me the big news. She wa