My friends are something else, really. Two days ago, while celebrating the Victory Day, our crazy company was hanging out in the yard of my apartment building. We were having a great time, and one of my male friends (A) decided to tell an anecdote. He started, "Okay, so there was this cool, really expensive car that stopped at a red light..." ( Read more... )

January - (The first and only entry was a chapter of one of my fanfics, so you could say no entries in this month)
February - "Um… Okay, this is weird. I think I’m… falling in love, lol."
March - "First of all, I got a song ordered on Monday, and I was informed that the person needed it very soon."
April - "Okay, now I know one thing for sure: if ( Read more... )

*squee* I just got myself a couple of adorable dragon eggs on the net. Don't let them die and help them grow, please; click on the both images below :) I'm dying to know what will happen when they hatch! ^_^

So, meet my babies:

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Ask me a question about each/any of the following:

1. Friends.
2. Sex.
3. Music.
4. Drugs.
5. Love.
6. LiveJournal.

No matter how rude, sexual, or confidential. Then post this in your journal and see what questions you get asked.

My dear journal,

I never thought I’d ever say this, but- I think I’m losing it…

It happened at the local multi-stored shopping complex, where one of my currently favorite cinema theatres is situated. My friend (who is a girl, which is important) and I bought two tickets to The Chronicles of Narnia, and before the film I decided to visit a restroom, ( Read more... )

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*squeak* I can't feel my shoulders... Or rather I can feel them aching like hell! I have two angry bruises, one on each shoulder. Absolutely symmetrical, in perfect round shape. Beautiful :) You're gonna ask me, what I've been doing to get them. My answer would be absurd: I was dancing. Well, not exactly. On the last dancing lesson of modern jazz ( Read more... )

"Stolen" from ionicaq :)

Dear Santa,

I have been a good a girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Kristie's Christmas party. It was Yashel who spiked the punch with too much Coffie. I can't help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like scent.

I thought it was funny when I put Dina's dress on my head and danced the ( Read more... )

I meet strange people in public transport. Seriously.
On my way to dancing classes yesterday some strange girl in the bus smiled at me and tapped the seat next to her, suggesting that I should take it. Okay, she pointed at the seat, alright, nothing strange about it, but she was practically beaming at me and kept glancing at me periodically for the ( Read more... )