Sweet dreams

    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 res...

"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 w...

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I am a driver. Driving is one of those few things that can clear my mind - together with listening to loud music, and driving while listening to loud music is even better. Just as riding a bike or swimming (or sex, they say, I don't agree: D), once you learn how to drive, you cannot forget it, even though you lack the practice. I only drive once every couple of months, because for some reasons I don't take my car to Denmark. What happens to my car for at least two years, I think, is that the place where you put the gas is sort of broken, meaning that if before I had to push it a little bit and it would open, now it has to be forced really really badly. It is frustrating to wait at the gas station for 10 minutes and beg for it to open. But - and now the funny thing comes - every goddamn time I go to a gas station and I ask the employee to help me put the gas in and he has trouble in doing it, every single goddamn time I am being asked :" Can you go push the button in th...