Friday, January 31, 2014

Dear future hubster,
it is difficult to see that fine line between fighting for something you really want and making a complete fool of yourself. Unless, of course, you're fighting to make a fool of yourself, because that's what you really want.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Dear future hubster,
sometimes I want to tell you how deeply I am sorry. I want to apologize - for everything. Everything any woman has ever done against you. For those who were hurt and wanted revenge; for those who didn't want to hurt you but didn't know how not to. In the name of those who wanted to love you but couldn't; in the name of those  who didn't want to love you but couldn't help it. On behalf of those who wanted to give you all they had, even though you didn't want it. On behalf of those who were ready to give you all you wanted, but they weren't there at the right time.
Please forgive us for not knowing how to love you. We're trying our best, and one day it will suddenly make sense. 

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Dear future hubster,
yesterday I almost believed I desperately needed a man. But then I kept trying and managed to open the amaretto bottle on my own.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Dear future hubster,
the good (and probably the only good) thing about working too late too often is that the radio plays better music and they talk a lot less.
Courtesy of Eldoradio, the past 8pm program:

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Dear future hubster,
sometimes I fall in love with fictional characters. 

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Dear future hubster,
I just realized that something very similar to the collective subconscious is playing a game with me. It doesn't matter how far West I have gone, I still find myself watching the Wiener Filharmoniker and their New Year's concert. While finishing reading a book on the fall of Yugoslavia.