We had a going out day for my work place (meaning the place paid) on friday. We went to the russian restaurant (all of us russians and not) and had some fun from 21 to 2 at night. There were around 10 ppl don't remember anymore - 2 tables.

We had some nice food tho I really don't get what was russian about it O.o
I drunk the bottle of white wine all alone and didn't get drunk miraculously (everyone else were drinking vodka or red wine)maybe cose I danced so much - got all that "I need to go to disco" out of me at last. Almost had a really nice ending with one of our girls.. (she really acted like she wanted it, sticking to me like second skin and so on) but then one of older women's took her on another car home (and that after the girl asked me to come home with her and said that her roommate wasn't around today! You call it real bad luck!)

So yea the driver me and some others came with got real drunk and fell asleep (the only one from the ones that came) so we moved him and rode by ourselves with him snoring on the back sit

Anyways I had fun, need to do something alike some time.. With the better ending tho

I'm feeling little out of it, somehow reading of some people LJ made me that way + too little sleep and too much work as of late. I'm feeling poetic, that's the closest explanation to the feeling in me, my mind is swimming in that sea of random thoughts that are spoken in the language of old books and romantic poems... lol and somehow that got me to want to get drunk and have hearts chit chat with some of my friends.. weird I rarely get the wish to get drunk.. well whatever..

Занавесочка на окне повесилась от тоски
и прикорнувший на окне кактус перестал отгонять мысли о сне, навеваемые осенним холодом.
Мерное тиканье старых, уставших часов, не показывающих вида, как они стары и усталы, убаюкивало и придавало размышлениям привкус одиночества.
Привкус мне не понравился и я решила позвонить Обезъянке,
это маленькое существо полно такого количество неуемной энергии, вне зависимости от своего душевного состояния, что способно довести мертвеца до состояния пост травматической кантузии от объема вываливаемой на вас информации.
Такого "вывола" хватает потом недель на несколько не хотения видеть и слышать вообще чего-бы то ни было живого...
Размышления о данном вопросу неминуемо привело к хотению тепла и уюта, что было вполне доступно посредством залезания в лоханку и бульканья там под новенький, свежезаписюканый мптришный диск...
Работа напоминает о себе пронзительной трелью будильника в почти любое время суток, что не делает ее менее рутинной и более приемлемой.
Наводит на размышления о вонючих болотах и вытаскивании оттуда своего любопытного носика.
На том и порешили... но деньга все еще нужна, посему будем действовать поэтапно. Пока же - лоханка и поющий о чем то своем эмпэтришник.

Who can you call a friend?

Can you call someone your friend just cose you know him for a long time?
Can you call a friend someone that talks to you only when they need something or if they are bored or hyper and need to get it out?
Can you call a friend a person that when you are down or something bad happened to you they won’t even bother to try and comfort you, or to just be there for you?
I can’t…

So who can you call your friend?

My grandma is very old... almost 100
And today I found out (she lives in the country I came from) that she can't get up anymore, almost doesn't recognize people around her and for several days was all alone (she lived alone and no one knew what was going on with her) thanks God she didn't die from hunger or something...
My sister came to visit her and as no one opened the door she got worried.. that's how she found out. Now she took grandma to live with her. But she really... is in not good condition.
God's I am so tired of people that I know dieing around me... I don't want her to die as well, but I think no one will ask me about that, will they...

Hi, everyone.
This is the last scream of my soul, so to say.
After many many atempts to do it myself I came to conclusion that I
can't really do it. So this is why I am asking, begging even.
If there are russian speaking (reading) people that would be so
generous as to help me with translation of my stories (more like take
the most part of translation on them with me being the generator of
ideas on where it really should lead) I would be very VERY gratious if
they would land me their hand.

Thanks,
Elesiel