Misiune indeplinita :D

Hmmm da...Pe 2 august scriam ca am un poster cu cafea pe care as vrea sa il am (ca eu l-am facut, copywriting-wise) si sa il lipesc pe usa. Cat ar fi durat pana parintii mei, expusi zilnic la mesajul publicitar, ar cumpara un plic din cafeaua cu pricina? L-am primit in jur de 15 august si, desigur, l-am lipit. Nu rezist experimentelor ;)
Acum 2 zile mama a cumparat un plic de Saga: "Eeee, nu-i din cauza afisului, dar hai sa vad si eu cum e."
q.e.d. :)

Another must

"She tried to demonstrate her power over him. She stayed away from his house; she waited for him to come to her. He spoiled it by coming too soon; by refusing her the satisfaction of knowing that he waited and struggled against his desire; by surrendering at once. She would say: "Kiss my hand, Roark." He would kneel and kiss her ankle. He defeated her by admitting her power; she could not have the gratification of enforcing it. He would lie at her feet, he would say: "Of course I need you. I go insane when I see you. You can do almost anything you wish with me. Is that what you want to hear? Almost, Dominique. And the things you couldn’t make me do--you could put me through hell if you demanded them and I had to refuse you, as I would. Through utter hell, Dominique. Does that please you? Why do you want to know whether you own me? It’s so simple. Of course you do. All of me that can be owned. You’ll never demand anything else. But you want to know whether you could make me suffer. You could. What of it?" The words did< not sound like surrender, because they were not torn out of him, but admitted< simply and willingly. She felt no thrill of conquest; she felt herself owned more than ever, by a man who could say these things, know of them to be true, and still remain controlled and controlling--as she wanted him to remain."

Ayn Rand - "The Fountainhead", p 268.

Si totusi oamenii sunt simpatici uneori

Shoesies for my toesies!

About time, eh? :D

Sunt asa mandra de ei ca le-am facut o groaza de poze inainte sa apuc sa ii manjesc cu vreo talpa. Toata lumea te calca pe pantofii noi. Dupa ce au stat cuminti la poza ca niste fetite in rochiile noi de serbare, ne-am dus impreuna la Monoloagele vaginului, piesa de care auzisem de cativa ani si care a fost atat de frumoasa pe cat mi-am imaginat. M-a tulburat putin...

Sa ma duca si sa ma aduca si sa mancam o prajitura in cinstea lor!

Ce desen animat ti se potriveste?

"Don't get too close boy, I'm a heartbreaker." :)))
Il iubesc.

A must

When did we get so old?

Intotdeauna mi-a placut sa imi imaginez ce as face la o varsta oarecare. Bine, m-am cam oprit pe la 25 de ani, poate pentru ca la 6 ani, mi se parea o varsta de-a dreptul imposibila: "Pana la 25 de ani mai am de crescut 19 ani! N-o sa treaca niciodata atata timp!" dar am continuat totusi, pe parcursul copilariei, sa ma pictez perfecta.

Dar iata-ne aproape si ma gandesc la ce speram eu sa fac pana acum.

Eram aproape sigura ca voi fi proaspata mamica a unui baiat.

Eram clar sigura ca nu voi mai locui cu parintii de cativa ani.

Ma vedeam cumva si maritata, dar nu stiam cu cine. Acum stiu si mai putine despre asta, deci e ok.

As fi avut o slujba interesanta care ar fi implicat ceva creativ. Niciodata nu m-am vazut facand ceva care implica cifre sau predat.

As fi avut caine.

As fi stiut sa gatesc.

As fi fost iubita. De sot adica, de prieteni deja sunt, pare-mi-se :)

As fi avut destul de multi bani si destul de multe jucarii.

Eram sigura ca as fi avut ceva iubiti "inainte de".

Eram sigura 100% ca mi-as fi "pierdut virginitatea" pe la 17 ani. De cand am prins prima oara conceptul mi-am ales varsta asta, suna a moment perfect.

Ma vedeam matura, serioasa si asezata si cu toate ca asa par in ochii neinitiatilor, e doar o iluzie. Doar reactia in fata unei frici paralizante, cauzate cine stie de ce.

Pe dinauntru, nici eu nu stiu ce-i cu mine.