Tonight is the night. Special one. I felt old in some dubstep party at Loft; I got “married” with some drunk guy in the street because he showed me a trick with a balloon; almost went to a roadtrip to Moscow/Amsterdam; almost got punched in a face with a feet, by accident. Oh. And the first snow has just started to fall. When I was wearing thin sneakers and shorts. +++
Spending my weekend all alone. Well, not that alone. With a kitty. And brandy coctail. And chinese. And Gossip Girl. This time, last year, I was so in love, and about a week later I hooked up with my ex. Cool. So many changes.
What’s more? Nothing much. I’ve quit my job, celebrated 21st, been hangover and that’s it. Still cannot believe that some friend of mine, which, I actually visited in the damn UK, sent me flowers. Not some simple flowers. A HUGE BOUQUET OF RED ROSES. And then - called me from his English number. Cool, huh? I will pretend I don’t get the signs and all. Because. You know, why.
Maybe I should drink more. With more brandy in a glass. Later I will be more talkative. LOL