Shmen de blog

In timp ce ma felching-uiam m-am gandit sa imi trag si eu un shmen de blog pentru ca plictiseala ii mare. De fapt de aia ma si felching-uiam ca nu stiam ce sa mai fac.

Zis si facut. M-am sters repede, m-am spalat pe maini si hip-hop in pat, adica doua saltele, la calculator, adica laptop, care de fapt e desktop, ca nu imi merge ecranul si e legat la un monitor care sta pe un scaun, care chiar e scaun, langa pat/saltele in dormitor, care de fapt e bucatarie. Din graba am uitat sa ma sterg pe maini, dar acum dupa ce am scris aceste randuri s-au uscat de la tastatura, mainile adica, care nu prea merge oricum, tastatura adica, ca e vechi laptopul/desktop.

Cat timp eram pe tron aveam cam o mie de ganduri de scris, dar acum incep sa cred ca plictiseala te face sa devii ciudat, nu ca nu as fi fost ciudat oricum. Pe cine mai cunoasteti sa stea intr-un apartament cu doua camere, un balcon si trei paturi si care doarme in bucatarie pe doua saltele, cu un laptop in brate si un monitor pe scaun. Nu mai zic nimic o poza face cat 1000 de cuvinte, iar doua poze cat 2000 de cuvinte si astfel nu mai trebuie sa scriu asa de mult.

Pentru cei care nu au fost in odaia mea din Chisinau e mai greu de imaginat, dar nu-i vina mea ca voi nu vreti sa pierdeti 12 ore facand 700 de km pe un drum nasol de Romania, sa nu zic de drumul si mai nasol din Moldova, adica ultimii 150 de km, doar sa va vizitati un vechi si uitat prieten. Da las ca va aduc eu aminte si o sa va para voua rau, Chisinaul e pizda de oras (am voie sa injur la mine pe Blog? – Eu: DA!, tot EU: MS!, EU: sa cresti mare!).

Intrebarea zilei: De ce e masina mea naspa?

Concurs: Dau o bere, sau o inghetata daca e muiere, pentru cel/cea care scrie primul/prima comment.

Tineti minte trei cuvinte: Shmen de Chisinau e pe harta si nu vine el la tine, tre sa vii tu la el.

English please:

While i was having a shit i thought of making myself a blog because i was bored to death, that’s why i was actually taking a shit because i didn’t know what else to do.

Said and done. I wiped myself real quick, washed my hands and hip-hop in bed, meaning two mattresses, at the computer, meaning laptop, which is a desktop computer actually, as my laptop screen isn’t working and it’s connected to an external monitor that is put on a chair, which is in fact a chair, besides the bed/mattresses in the bedroom, which is actually the kitchen. Being in a hurry i forgot to dry my hands, but now after i wrote these lines they dried from the keyboard, the hands i mean, which isn’t working properly, the keyboard i mean, because the laptop/desktop is old.

While i was still on the throne i had a thousand thoughts that i said i’ll write about, but now i’m starting to believe boredom makes you become strange, not that i haven’t been strange to begin with. Who else do you know that lives in a two room apartment, with a balcony and three beds that sleeps in a kitchen on two mattresses, with a laptop on his lap and a monitor on the chair next to it. I won’t say anything more, a picture makes for 1000 words and two pictures make for 2000 words, thus i don’t need to write that much.

For those who haven’t been in my crib in Chisinau it’s a bit hard to imagine, but it’s not my fault that you don’t want to lose 12 hours on a 700 km long road on romanian shitty “highways” and even worse on moldovan one, meaning the last 150 km, just to visit an old and forgotten friend. But never mind i’ll remind you and you’ll be sorry, Chisinau is a fucking wicked city (am i allowed to curse on my blog? – Me: YES! – Stil ME: 10q!  -Me: Don’t mention it!   – the monologue sounds better in romanian).

Question of the day: Why is my car so shitty?

Contest: I’ll buy a beer for the first one who writes a comment.

Remember three words: Chisinau is on the map and doesn’t come to you, you have to come to it.