when i lost my keys yesterday, harsh told me to call him if i don't find them, cause he has a spare bed. i love him to death.
geneva or lausanne?!
and what is making this day worse is that tony (bradley's friend) was talking to some guy outside, while i was smoking and laughing with inna, and he was pointing his finger at me and saying something to that guy and that guy was looking at me, even though he was trying to be not so obvious. what the fuck is wrong with, first, men and, second, this world?!
i hate myself for having a feeling that something special is going to happen and i hate my right palm for making me scratch it and believe even more that i am not going to say hi to any random person, but him..
- ahahha, not funny.
- i'm not saying anything, i didnt see you, but be careful, i dont want you to come and tell me you're pregnant.
дурааааак )))
так вот, он владеет одной из самых больших бриллиантовых компаний. кайла говорит that i should go for him. ahahaha.
швейцария меня избаловала. для меня теперь абсолютно нормально, когда меня зовут в женеву, потому что там, в клубе, забронирована половина vip area и if i get to fucked up, i can go sleep in the hotel, cause they have eight rooms in kempinski. сказал бы раньше, поехала бы, тупой.
судья - пидарас. (с)
(с) оригинальная идея - dr pilulkin с жж
вот приходишь ты в одно прекрасное утро на работу и тебе вместо "доброе утро" говорят "в москве взорвали две станции метро". невольно начинаешь думать о всех тех годах, которые ты прожила в москве, когда были взрывы в домах, на пушкинской, когда захватили театр и не понимаешь как тебя еще не убили. и не знаешь радоваться или плакать.. да, ты жива, но сколько жизней унесли эти трагедии. зачем все это?! зачем весь этот бред? мы жили четыре года без терактов, зачем снова все начинать?! что опять случилось? не дай Бог, эти взрывы только начало чего-то большего, чего-то намного более страшного.
у меня, наверное, узкое мировозрение, если я не понимаю зачем убивать людей и кому все это надо. ты, сука, смертник? тебе хочется принести себя в жертву? так пиздуй и прыгай с моста, с высотного дома, резай себе вены, найди чистое поле или старый дом и взрывай себя сколько твоей, сука, душе угодно.
Господи, чего стоит жить в мире?! чего вам это стоит?! зачем убивать друг друга?! зачем войны?! ХВАТИТ!
я скорблю со всей россией, со всей москвой, со всей лубянкой и парком культуры. rest in peace.
soooo.. work sucked. nah, it didn't really suck. it actually sucked the day before that, since michel was not in a very good mood or whatever and he made me clean the fucking elevator cage and then rearrange the glasses and then cut fucking cheese and ham for fucking croque monsieur. still, he offered me a ciggie afterwards, but was a jerk before. aaaanyways, yesterday we had like 25 or so departures, which we thought would be fucking hard, but wasn't and we finished the rooms around like four pm. fortunately, both pauline and michel were gone by that time and there was only marijan at the reception and since the guy never makes us do anything stupid like michel or pauline do we left at 16:30.
i went to the shop to get myself a bottle of wine and got back home. God, was i desperate! there seemed to be no one who wanted to fucking drink and go out, so i was almost crying, but then kyla asked me to come over to miramonte to gossip and then freddy told me to come to zen.
i drank my bottle of wine and was getting ready to go out, but my fucking pants fell on the fucking stove and now there is a fucking hole on my ass, so i had to wear a dress.. so i went to the bus stop, stood there waiting for it and some creepy old motherfucker was trying to hit on me. boy, was that fucking disgusting! then in the bus he sits in front of me.. argh, thank GOD, he didn't follow me after that, but i was super scared, i was almost running on my heels to zen bar. saw my fav boy - harshy. i love him to death. went up to kyla's room. drank vodka with coke, since there was nothing else to mix it with. gossiped with her and ivan ahahahah.
then we went down to zen, which was like super boring.. God knows why. still, we had some fun. met up with anya and duarte and they took me to black pearl. fortunately, duarte had a table reserved and we went inside with no prob and drank more and more and more vodka. i was fucking hyper! i was dancing the whole night long with tati and it was fucking amazing ahahaha.. sadly, i don't remember half of it. but i remember i was dancing with all our guys in black pearl ahahahha. was fuuuun.
remember that i was hugging harsh all the time, but that's normal, since we are always hugging with my fav boy. i swear, if people didn't know we are just friends, they'd be sure we are going out or shit, you know..
oh and, duarte was telling me that temochka is coming, but that loser never showed up, which was kinda sad, since i miss the guy a lot and, c'mon, he's my daddy ahahah.
i was making out with conrad or whatever his name is. he was fucking sure i was going home with him and he kept telling me that we are gonna have great sex and shit, but naaaaaah, cause duarte was dropping me off at my place and i ditched conrad for duarte ahahahah. anyways, the dude has a girlfriend.. when he told me, i was like what the fuck, dude. and the girl was in black pearl and i know that fucking girl..
saw cheremushkiiin.. dancing with him too. when i saw him first, he was with some girl and ditched her to dance with me. but, fuuuuck, he was so fucking drunk, unbelievable!! he was tellin me something, but i've no idea what he was saying, since it was kinda loud ahahaha. but that giiiirl.. i'm pretty sure she hates me right now, but what can i do. people love me ahahhaa.
woah.. this is like the longest post i've ever written.. i'm as cool as a cucumber. lol.
PEACE OUT BITCHES!