Questionnaire No.1
My ex…: brain misses me.
Maybe I should…: find it and make up with it.
I love…: taking my clothes off.
People would say that I’m…: not listening to what they say.
I don’t understand…: why we need to understand every fucking little thing.
When I wake up in the morning…: it’s already noon.
Life is full of…: clichés.
My past is…: always there for me.
Parties are…: some groups of old men trying to convince us to vote for them.
I wish…: I would find Alladin’s lamp, so I could keep on wishing.
Tomorrow…: will be a miraculous day or not, depending on my decision.
I have low tolerance…: for work.
I am totally terrified of…: moths, storms and the day I have to pay the rent.
If I had a million dollars…: I would be rich. That would be bad, because I also have low tolerance for rich people.
I am…: whatever I want to be.
My home is…: uncertain yet.
My best friend…: is I.
My parents taught me…: all kinds of things in vain.
Every day…: is followed by night.
My life…: is exactly how I make it.
If I found out my ex was gay…: I would pat him on the shoulder.
Boys are…: those stupid amusing creatures which have not turned into men yet.
Girls are…: those adorable and wonderful creatures which have not turned into hysterical frustrated bitches yet.
I hate people who…: think I am capable of hate.
Last November…: was a long time ago.
Hickory Dickory Dock…: I’d like to suck a clock.
I love it when…: everything is upside down.
I work…: not.
God…: Gorgeous Onyrical Dog
Jesus…: Jaded Enthusiastic Son Uf Satan
Buddha…: Bothersome Ugly Deluded Domestic Hilarious Architect
My dream last night…: involved a lot of liquids.
My first thought waking up…: geez, I probably have to step out of the bed now.
Today I ate…: too little again.
Sometimes I swear…: I see little spirits of the woods dancing around my head and singing indecent songs.
As a child, I…: wished I would grow up and be like this.
The world could do with less…: ditches. And stitches. And bitches.
Oanamaria 
more peaches! i’m dripping them all over your tits mmmmm
you’ro sooo complex!
who, moi? neeee, I’m as simple as a peach. Peaches are pretty, though. :)
si modesta chiar
a, nu. modesta niciodata. ;)
dc nu pot sa ma iau de tine fara sa aprobi tu comentariu?
asa, pentru ca e blogul meu, si nu vreau sa devina o mahala murdara, in care toti sa fie agresivi fara rost, doar pentru ca pot.
si frustrata
o, da. frustrata ca oamenii ca tine au voie sa respire.
I walk back home; the tongue has moved in my right ear.
Asta e geniala; creca frustreaza rau lumea:)
da, oamenii se frustreaza foarte usor pe-aici. si imediat devin nesimtiti. pentru ca, nu-i asa, e usor sa arunci cu pietre in necunoscuti, din spatele unui ecran de calculator. si te face sa te simti bine. mai ales daca esti prost.
acuma tu arunci fara sa cunosti.
Hai fara aruncat, vrei?
mai bine transforma-te intr-o ureche uriasa
De ce? vorbeam in general despre oamenii astia, nu cred ca am jignit pe nimeni. Inca. In nici un caz nu te tinteam pe tine. Si nu ma mai transform intr-o ureche uriasa, pentru ca asta am facut si ieri, si deja devine obositor. :)
Si limba uriasa care venea in inspectie?
era de vis.
Gata, de la capat:)
Cred ca era de vis daca era uriasa.
evident. „de vis” si „uriasa” sunt sinonime.:)
Am incercat fetita_cu_piersici@yahoo.com si nu merge.
Un hint ceva?
a, ce frumos. iau aceasta presupunere ca pe un compliment. dar nu. nu ai dat adresa ta reala in comentarii? ca iti pot raspunde acolo.
Ba e f reala. In ultimele 3 repliuri doar. Devenea reala pe parcurs :)
hehe, mare pisichera adresa asta…nu se ofera pe tava la toti necunoscutii, capata incredere treptat. :)
:) e ca noi.
si ce si-o fi zis ea? cine se aseamana, se aduna. ((:
cine e tipa din poza?
eu
cea care a raspuns la chestionar. :)
imi place, ce sa spun
se bucura, ce sa spuna. :)
sunt in manchester, dar tot dau peste tine cand o sa fiu in romania. promit…fie ca iti place fie ca nu.promit ca o sa iti placa pana la urma
te astept. :) probabil o sa-mi placa.