Mary Fuckin’ Poppins

I was on the train earlier and i was saying that i was glad that this small piece of technology called a mobile phone allowed me to write on my blog (the thing is that my internet connection was cut off in the very moment i was publishing the post). And that, because i’m spending the new year’s eve with a bunch of unknown people, i was hopeing that they wouldn’t listen to manele. I was also saying that i had 200 songs on my phone in case i couldn’t take it any more. Guess what? Yes. They are the perfect mamelo-men! The kind that won’t admit it, but the only music they listen to is manele. the only thing i have feared! Manele! Now i am trapped to this very place, forced to live in the world that i hate the most. The very real gangsters that are here frighten me, i would to give all the money in the world just to run away and never look back. Thank god that these very manelo-men had a smallish little joint that helps me through the night. And let’s not mention some 9 glasses of vodka i drank. The smallish hippie in me is losing the zen state of mind. Now i remember why janice is my role model, the reason why i go head banging in club a, why i want to become a second hitler when it comes to these people! This is the worst day of my life and i would gladly commit suicide if only i had lived in paris. Sorry for my grammer, i only think that it’s understandable. It’s time to have another drink and think about the best time of my life, last summer in vama veche. I’m zen again!