Mă sună unul adineauri vorbind așa, alarmant, prezentându-mi numai acronime în engleză pe un ton răstit, despre INVESTIȚII ȘI FINANȚE DOAR ASTĂZI! I-am închis în nas și ghici ce, numărul deja nu mai există! 😀

Aviz celor care pun botul la poze de pizduțe faine!!!

Eram afară cu cățelul și mă oprește un nene bătrân și mă-ntreabă de unde sunt și că de ce nu m-am dus să muncesc în Ukraina sau în România sau oriunde altundeva și i-am spus verde-n ochi că nu am găsit în nicio altă parte unde să lucrez cu capul … la care-mi întoarce spatele și spune “la revedere” fără să se mai uite la mine.

Măcar de-ar mai mă putea atinge jignirile și încercările de a mă fura. Altceva nimic n-aveți? Nu?

Ceva bun sau frumos de unde să pot învăța ceva nou nu aveți? Nu? Azi nu, dar eu tot le râd în nas, pen’că eu chiar mi-am prins fericirea cu două mâini și e doar a mea 😀

Un zâmbet și ceva fain,
Pare-mie mult mai tăios
Decât un răspuns răutăcios!

😀

… have you ever seen a pissed off racoon? Or a lone wolf taking on a mama bear? No? Do you want to? Come closer!

Kumo met Mihaela (dog meets rat), went like this:

• Is it for eating? No! Ok!
• Is it for fucking? No! Ok!
• Is it to play with?! GIB!!!

They hate it. They hate me! Because I taught myself to look beyond a pretty face and a nice body. Beyond most people’s imagination. It’s where giving up on ever creating a family took me. I truly, honestly and wholeheartedly, lost hope.

But it’s my fault, because I stopped allowing others to tell me what makes ME happy. No more of that, not any longer, not ever!

In the meantime, the rest of you can touch happiness with both hands, if you believe you will find it in ANYTHING material! 😀

Whenever I go out for a walk, all alone and with headphones in my ears, I purposely deafen myself so I don’t hear the crap talk, but damn, I tell you, there’s times I wish I were blind too so I wouldn’t see 🙁

Nu, stai că iar am făcut-o! Așa, degeaba, nu că mi-ar fi plăcut sau că aș fi avut nevoie, însă măcar unul dintre noi, e futut bine! 3001? Să-ncep să număr iar? Plm, nimănui nu-i pasă! Exact cum trebuie!

I recently reactivated my Tinder (with a K) and since I have overly decent eyes, I can tell who liked me without buying gold, so I pretty much got four matches almost instantly.

Only one looked interesting, some 30 years old asian girl calling herself “Liliane” on Tinder, but claiming to be called “Selena” on Whatsapp. Another suspicious thing was that she was using a UK number.

Anywho, she starts feeding me this crap, like how her hobbies are INVESTMENT and golf and skydiving and diving and all the social bullshit which is appreciated by snobs these days, things at which I responded with my truthful nature, being at least a little bit knowledge-able of how spoilt this girl truly is.

She then proceeds to tell me about happiness and what makes her happy and I asked if everyone around her tells her what she needs in order to be happy, at which I got no response.

In a beautiful turn of events, she then claims she’s more “hands-on” that she likes to “touch things” because they are “real” and then I asked her if she makes those things or if she buys them, presenting one of my self-made Mandalorian helmets as evidence… Then I told her the entire truth, of how she couldn’t be happy in this life, unless her father told her she is, not forgetting to mention that she’s spoiled; I also asked her to touch happiness with both hands, since she’s into practicality so much and that’s how I made her run the fuck, oh, how I crack myself up! 😀

The conclusion is that pretty girls with a good life really don’t life philosophers 😉