I know you’ve missed me, guys. Fortunately for all the people I owe money to (promise to give them back even if it’s the last thing I do, guys), I am not dead. Or at least not yet.
A long time ago I promised a lecture on irony and sarcasm. And then I miserably failed to keep up with my promise (I did however try to share a very cute prezi presentation with you- I swear to God, it was very cute and informative, but I think there’s a conspiration against me and my blog and they don’t allow you to see it, it’s probably some Illuminati shit going on there).
I spilled coffee all over the keyboard.
And then I got broke. I’ve always been poor but the last few weeks have been, uh, very un-productive (by the way, do you know someone who needs a freelance writer to write stuff for them?).
But now I’m back. And I will deliver my thing. Stay around and you’ll get the lecture. I promise.
OK, so I’ve been meaning to write this blog post for about two weeks. But life got in the way and I couldn’t get to it. For starters, I was busy. And then, I was cut off internet.
Stop me now. This is soon turning into a 15 year old’s Facebook status.
I came home after a lecture, and I was tired, annoyed, hungry, annoyed, grumpy and tired. It felt like a very good way to start your day. I went to the window I can’t open (the “crazy-landlord’s window”) and looked down. Something looked wrong. Continue reading →
A long time ago, when I was back in high-school, we had this absolutely, amazingly, incredibly wacko career counseling class. And we had to fill in the empty gaps on a ‘poem’ that sounded like “I am happy because…/ I like myself because…/ I cry because…” And there I was, yawning and growling and having the urge to run, when I heard one of my classmates say: Continue reading →
I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work… I want to achieve it through not dying.
I like to think of myself as a pleasant young lady, polite, always smiling and eager to help those who ask for help. I smile when I walk down the street and I help old people carry their bags. I even tell people when they lose money while walking. But I think the Universe doesn’t like me. It’s like my whole life is an irony. One day, while drinking its coffee, the Universe thought, while chatting with its multiverse friends, hmmm, I should make an ironic person with an ironic life. And then I was born. With a high level of irony and sarcasm.
Do you have that really really old relative that comes to your house for Easter, Christmas, everyone’s birthday, and when they want to go shopping? Well, I have one, and a few years ago, he (some great-great-uncle), told me this:
I was 19, and it was June. My family almost had Jesus. I felt obliged to ask for more presents.
I admit it. I smoke. Cigarettes, that is. I’m not proud, I’m not bragging with it and I don’t advise anyone to do it. What I don’t do though is wander around the city and pick on people who smoke.
OK, let me start with the beginning. No, before I start I want you to know that I have A LOT of respect for the elderly. I loved my grandparents and I love seeing wise old people sharing their experience. But I don’t like those who…well, let me start my story…
There I was, sitting peacefully with a friend on a bench in the park. You know, girl-talk and s**t. And yes, we were having some smokes. On the next bench, an elderly person was preaching to bum about beliving in God, about quitting alcohol, about…well, let’s just say he was preaching. Continue reading →