Sea Kitty

Очень скучаю по тем временам когда Дельфин пел о любви и наркотиках, а "Лето 2010го" Ночных Грузчиков вызывало у меня чувство меланхолии, а не желание плакать.

When they tell you not to read Russian newspapers before breakfast, you should bloody listen.

Leaving a supermarket packed like a mule, I remembered the very last time I saw Y . How I said goodbye to her, hugging her tighter than I was supposed to and feeling somewhat guilty (why exactly was I feeling guilty though?) I guess this memory was brought on by a couple I saw kissing to greet each other in a parking lot. A brief peck on the lips and off they go. My first thought was "did I do that to Y.? can't even remember!" And then there I was, at an empty bus stop, with bags full of groceries, looking like a boring middle aged woman and trying my best not to cry about having lost something that was so important and still having that void inside of me. I guess what was even more upsetting is understanding I have absolutely no joy in life and almost no social interactions. Gone are the days when I would meet a former classmate walking in a nearby city at night. Gone are the days when I'd get a sudden invitation to get drunk, or hear the latest rumours when just going shopping. Absolutely boring. Absolutely pointless.

I suddenly saw myself in the mirror and realised that a) my hair looks so nice today b) my cheecks look cute when they flush.

I took another book about women and anger from the library. I wonder how long it will take the book to totally infuriate me.