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10 January 2007 @ 04:16 pm
Internet Cafe  
I hate internet cafes. I've had it with about all of them in this small Crimean town. In this cafe, моя обычно кафе, there are about 10 men drinking beer playing fucking counterstrike. 6 out of 10 asked me out. I feel very comftorable here. The other one I went to today, it is just a man and I ( I'm so smart, but I needed to finish an essay ). He stands just a little to close and I found an OPEN vagina on the computer. If Jill was there,

" OHHH GAWWWWWWWD, WHAT IS THIS." So that made the situation laughable. Other than many drunk men and open vaginas. I can say I love it here.

I have a crush on the cook/motorcyle boy. I'm such a shit when it comes to stuff like this. Ugh. I remember lots of шампангски, and stuff like that. But really though, the men/boys maybe me ill. There is no respect. I'm an object. You can touch me where you want. You can stop your car in the middle of the road. You can grab my boob when you are selling me a wrap. You can even grab me and not let go. It is nice. Being violated and no one giving a shit. I like it very much. You can offer me your pistachio nuts and champagne, no wait, shove champagne in my face. I bought black pants. I need heels, boots. I want to go to Kyiv.

H.O.V.A. I used to push snowflakkkkkessss. I love Jay Z. I also love Uma2rman.

все пака
jillat_coneyisland on January 10th, 2007 11:16 pm (UTC)
yes, yes I would say that. Probably followed by a "Liana! This place is sketch!"

I have a question for you. Are there Russian letters on the keyboard? Because if there are that is just nifty.