Anyway.. I have to find aunt's phone number and call her up... and I have to plan my vacation.. uh.. and work.. yeah :D
31.3.04
group blog therapy
Anyway.. I have to find aunt's phone number and call her up... and I have to plan my vacation.. uh.. and work.. yeah :D
30.3.04
Mixmaster VJ :P
29.3.04
Things to do in Warsaw when you're dead
In other news. I went to this rave gig yesterday. It was much fun, I got hung on vj's computer.. and I think they won't let me into dj's booth anymore :D It's a shame, cause I'm just another asshole who likes to hang out in dj booth with dj's, promoters and groupies :) Oh hell, it was fun :D Anyhoo, It's almost 3 AM and I think I should go to sleep instead of watching the movie. I have to be at work at 9... crap :/
Till then, bye bye
23.3.04
Flag-wavers vs. whistle-blowers
World supporting USA is splitted between flag wavers and whistle blowers. I really think USA need more whistle blowers.. while Europe actually need more flag wavers. Now it's all but in balance. USA has such people as Michael Moore and Noah Chomsky. On the other side of the Atlantic I don't see flag wavers that don't fall under 'fascist' or 'bigot' category.
Yeah.. she is..
22.3.04
More words.. more lyrics... aishiteimasu
Gary Jules - Mad World
Radiohead - Karma Police
Kenny Rogers - Gambler
Pizzicato Five - Baby Love Child
They put me in a kinda special mood.. well.. sometimes..
Taxicab confessions
1) thieves
2) people you feel comfortable talking to about most intimate of intimate.
From time to time I travel by cab. Usually I take taxi when I'm in a hurry
or when I'm too drunk/*.* to travel by bus, or other means of transportation. And as everyone I tend to talk to drivers. Recently though I discovered that as much as I have an urge to talk to driver, so does he. For last few weeks, whenever I'm getting on a cab I wait for driver to kick off conversation. And they usually do. They just can't stand quiet customer I guess. After few blocks I hear something like 'So, how was the party, I understand you're coming home from a club', or 'How 'bout them [insert sport team name here] last match', 'ave you erd what that [insert politician name here] said/did recently? That bastard' or simply 'How 'bout weather, oh it's been raining whole morning, the road is all slippery'... Aaaand here starts the conversation.
If I don't respond or dismay them with 'I don't know/care' they usually shut up and don't bother with talking to me... but sometimes they just can't stop talking. They go on and on...
They really are different breed of people.. Really annoying one. Yet, I think you have to be in some way or the other open as a cab driver and be willing to not only listen but also eager to speak..
19.3.04
Pieprzony Madryt, pieprzony angielski
Przybyłem do pracy. Dzień jak codzień. Przeklikałem się przez pocztę,
w której jak zwykle ktoś chciał mi powiększyć penisa, sprzedać
Xanax, Viagre i masę antydepresantów opartych na fluoksetynie..
Potem czas na wiadomości.. z kraju i ze świata..
Madryt.
Bomba.
140 ofiar.. 150.. 160..
Telefon.. sms.. 'czy wszystko w porzadku?' 'tak'.. uff...
Niezasłużone nerwy... W imię czego? Nie chce mi się o tym myśleć, mówić...
Nie chcę... To tyle jeśli chodzi o Madryt..
Kolejny weekend :) Odreagować trzeba :)
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