yesterday night I watched the last 3 episodes from the 4th season of M.A.S.H. I cried during the last one; I’ve never seen Pierce in love and hurt. Damn!
sometime this week I saw Alex driving by in his car. I bit my hand. It still hurts.
Cata said he was coming home this weekend and he would bring my book with him and give it back to me. He never called. Bastard! [ I don't want to buy a new one, I want my book back]
the more time I spend with Mum, the more we argue I’m choleric and I tend to yell at people and talk to them on a rude tone Sorry, Mum
I love reading in the park!
there are few things which make me feel better when I’m down – a good book comes next right after my friends
today was a beerless day But I still have 2 cans of Guinness just waiting for me in the fridge [oompa, Guinness tastes better with you]
I can hardly wait to go to Stufstock
I miss Bucharest; I miss the feeling of being alive that city gives me. I miss my friends there
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