BFFs

"I recently called Brian. We joked about our inability to find time to hang out, and made a dinner date at the next available opening.

It is three months from now."

[The New York Times - Friends of a Certain Age]

Ce sa mai zic? I told you so! Sau in fine, stiam, banuiam, intuiam de mult...
Cam de cativa ani asa, de cand nimeni nu ma mai poate supara, indiferent ce-ar face... :-)
Maturitatea asta!

It

So... how is it like?
...like

• scratching a sun burn (ou gratter un coup de soleil)
• using a Q-tip (x1000)
• sneezing (x100)
• sneezing, getting a massage and having your hair played with at the same time plus chocolate and earthquakes

Sunt tristă, dar de tine niciodată...

[Leac pentru îngeri, Constanţa Buzea]

Interesting life

Chiar este!! :-)

Pic your choice and half the story's done!

[from here]


There was a time, long, long ago, when fireflies were still leading the night and the mornings were still counted for half the day. There was a time when that inn was still there, on the crossroads between the stairway to heaven paved with good intentions and the path to here. They called it "l'Auberge de l'Inoubliable"... 
And as I was told, it was the beautiful innkeeper that kept the candles alive. It was because of her and her never ending dreams that the three witches never could enter the heart of the wanderers. Or at least for as long as she was there, because afterwards... but that's another story; a heartbreaking one. Anyway, it was not really her beauty, even though they all thought so, but her wisdom and her warmth that were strong with her. Yeah, a witch too, I might say... a different one. The kind that sees drunks as poets and losers as lonely ones, hores as women searching their soulmates and jerks as bohems... and cowards as independent ones, of course! You know, that kind... my kind!...
And then, one day that started with a cold morning but that followed a lucid night, a dancing bear knocked at the back door...
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