How was January you ask? (and if you don’t I’ll tell you anyway)
Well, it’s been annoying mostly due to my ex-landlady (“lady” is only incidentally used here) who has delayed some payments and who’s mainly been the bitch that I somehow knew she would be from the very beginning. The kind that tells you to your face how honest and trustworthy she is and then does everything to prove the opposite. Except for my sports teachers in highschool and that bloody idiot (for those who used to waste their youth on the Nicolae Balcescu playground, his name was Mladen) who threw me in a swimming-pool when I was nine (his idea of teaching me how to swim) I don’t think I’ve hated anyone with such ardor.
Probably because I’ve been busy hating ppl I couldn’t really manage to get myself to write something decent. And this post is the living proof of that. I tried (oh, god, how I tried) to write smth on Robe d’un Soir, the perfume that I’ve found in a drawer at my aunt’s but it just wouldn’t come out right. I’ve had less weird dreams and I’ve worn skirts to death (if that’s not a sign that the world is coming to an end I don’t know what is).
It’s been a month with some good books though. Otherwise, dry season. Despite the annoying accumulation of snow in the streets.