Oct 10, 2010

A day without

It was a hot Sunday. I was sitting in front of my pc, staring at the blank monitor. There was no electricity. My hands were trembling. I my head I felt dizzy. A darkness was spreading in my eyes. For the first time, I knew how it was like craving for something, begging for something, how it felt like being addicted, how painful it felt like when you can't log in for one day. I felt like a big beetle buzzing in my head. I started feeling heavy. Within a moment I fell down from my chair into a deep black hole below.

Suddenly I woke up. It was just a dream, I sighed. Facebook, Orkut, Twitter – all were open in front of me. All of a sudden I realized the terror of the situation I was in. I was sitting in a cemetery, with ghosts and skeletons standing behind me, staring at the screen, waiting to see the latest update I have. The whole place was smelling like garlic. Someones white clothe caressed my face in the cold wind. Someone put something on my shoulder; i guess it was a hand. Suddenly I felt so light. I was moving up in the air with my chair, as if I'm in an elevator that doesn't exist. I knew I was thrown up just like by a spring. The Google widgets in my desktop showed me that I was moving several times the speed of light. I closed my eyes tightly.

With a scream I woke up from the table. My friend was standing there staring at me with fear written all over his face. He was wetting his trousers.

Jul 27, 2010

Apr 25, 2010

Sweet, Cute and Little

If I had lied to girls that I had a sweet, cute and little prick,
now I wouldn't have to regret that I'm a virgin.