Hello from the West Side of Moscow, my dear nobody!
I´m happy to inform you that I officially keep on writing my brilliantly plain diary notes. Such story, so English.
My recent life feed can be described with 3 points that happen to be song titles:
1. Don´t kill my vibe.
I mean, like, fuck off. You, people who hide their miserable insecurity behind the mask of a bitter joke. I may be weak sometimes, I may be sad but the only person who possesses the right to humiliate my dreams, taste and aspiration is myself - and not you. And I'm so lucky to meet people that share the simple art of goofing around with no regrets.
2. Big city life.
The time has come. My flat owner's granny is moving in to get some treatment - and as a result, we're moving out. But the location is so freaking convenient for me! And the neighbors are so sweet, especially the old womanizer who pays us compliments, meanwhile returning our confidence. I hope I will be able to get back after a month of living under the bridge.
P. is leaving the company on Feb. 13th and we will miss her as hell. Damn. We hope she'll get her offer next week.
Mazkevich seems to be hitting on me - Senpai has noticed me finally. When I didn't want it. Great.
3. Show must go on.
Well, I decided to move on no matter how hard it is - and planning my schedule again, after a 5-month's break. So, sports and languages will appear there again. And probably writing. I mean it.