The Slavic girl in the title of the post is me (Heyou!). I have no clue what I want, so you’d be silly to take the following seriously. On top of it, it’s all plagiarised. How so? I came across a new blog the other day with a wonderful click-bait of a page entitled My
I use Tinder and I’m duly ashamed of myself. My hypothesis is that there are only losers on Tinder. And me. I mean, including me. I’ve been conducting a practical research of the app for several months and hence I am now able to provide empirical evidence to support my hypothesis concerning losers. Besides proof
I was being mean as hell today. And the worst part? I was enjoying myself while at it. First of all, I lied shamelessly. I felt so exhausted that I was literally falling asleep in my chair. I couldn’t envision staying awake for several more hours, waiting for my English student to arrive for his
They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. —Philip Larkin, “This Be the Verse” I blame my parents for everything bad that happens to me (when I currently don’t blame myself, which
I’ve been to a one-to-one to one-to-two meeting today where I was being advised on how to use a marketing software by the company who made it. That’s the short story. The long story follows, starting with disclaimers: As to the advising part, I read the software manual—that’s what I do, I read manuals—prior to the meeting.
I was sitting at my (my landlord’s) terrace, enjoying the fresh air (my cigarette), when suddenly a man started yelling with some degree (a great degree) of agitation: Ye little bastard!! Just wait ’til I catch you!!! (The original yelling was in Czech and significantly more vulgar.) As it was dark already, I couldn’t see who was doing the
I call my four-year-old cat kitty to suggest with the diminutive that I consistently hate her the least. She’s become a little annoying bugger recently since she can’t cope with me going out in order to earn for her treats, among other things. I imagined she would grow used to it after several months, but she
I have received invitations for two social events today. As I’m asocial verging on anti-social, I’m likely to graciously decline. The first event is my graduation ceremony. Finally, half a year later, I’ll be getting my diploma. I’ve had one graduation ceremony already—for my Master’s degree—and I found it boring and pretentious. Serve me right,