of reflections

26.07.2012

Let me tell you something about England.
As a cynic, sceptic and pesymist, some of my views are most likely distorted, but then again-this is what I am, unfortunately.
Couldn't believe for the past week I'm here. The idiocy of certain things hit me with double force. First thing of course-the infamous British Plumbing. Someone, preferably whole companies dealing with various plumbing problems in this country, should be exterminated, and replaced by those who actually KNOW how all these things work. Am stunned by random pipes sticking out of a enferior walls, fluids dripping from them, causing dampness, disgusting smell and such. I've never seen anything like this ever before.
Number two idiocy shall have to be separate taps for cold and hot water. In order to wash myself, I have to use a mug, to pour water over my body. Any devices which seem to solve this problems are most likely not to work for a longer period of time: I mean all those rubber tubes which are supposed to be attached to each tap, ending with shower head. They fall apart as the rubber tubes easily slip off taps.
Number three moronic idea: carpets in the bathroom. I mean: WHAT THE FUCK!? I don't even want to mention how carpet looks like in the toilet area, because it's too bleedin' digusting.
Number four must be the left side traffic. Why oh why British need to be always different than the rest of the world?!I mean, COME ON!On the other hand it doesn't bother me that much after some time.
Number five: shitfood. Now this is really tricky thing to avoid various kinds of poisons, GMO and such. We only just bought tofu at Morrisons, and to my utter dissapointment I found out it was made in the US!Pity I didn't check it earlier, however I could give it back if I wanted to. Nobody has to convince me that soya of American origin isn't GMO. It is,and them bastards don't even label it.
Bread is a spongy, tastless white pulp.

Now the whole country is crazy about her majesty's Diamond Jubilee and of course the olympics. Monarchs are now only to keep the tradition alive, they only spend tax payers money on throwing posh parties, travels, whippet races, hunting ; also generally trying not to look rediculous on TV.

On the bright side-organic products are avaiable in almost every market. If difference between organic bananas (pack of six) cost 1quid, and normal bananas cost 75pence, then the choice is rather obvious for me. Also:THE CRAFT STORES.Uhm, yes, well certainly well stocked. My Dear Beardless Boy bought me two plastic noses today, for some future toys of my production. We have quite impressive Fabric Store just behind the corner and they have all sorts of cool things over there. Note: all craft stores so far are run by the elderly women.

Am without work so far. Mainly because I'm overly ambitious this time. I want the job that suits me. I want a craft job.
My Dear Beardless Boy, who only just became Beradless due to his employment at Chinese take away, works at impossible hours. But I can call myself a chief reason for his success in seeking employment, as I found advert about this job on Gum Tree. He's satisfied so far. And he gets free meals. An I'm reliefed as at last there is some income.

Last but not least: CHILDREN. I fucking hate them for screaming all day long!Not only they scream, they fucking HOWL and SHRIEK!!Can't stand it. Would toss a hand granade among the lot of them to see what happens. Toss another one if required.

I don'r remember myself to be such a spoiled, noisy brat.

of day zero

13.07.2012

Here it is. Day zero. I should sleep by now, but can't. In about six hours time I'll be on my (paiful) way to United Kingdom. I guess I forgot much about travels like these.

I cried quite a lot today. I might not see my Grandparents ever again, as every day of life is like a miracle for them. Well, to be precise, rather hell-especially for Grandma.

I hope I sorted some things out.

I'm not superstitious, but damn, feel slightly unconfortable with this "friday the thirteen" thing. But I chose this date myself.

This is all heart breaking. How many times do I have to make decisions like these?!
Parting with O. left me smeared with tears and snot. ARGH!

I'm seriously fed up. But then- maybe I could do something to change my miserable, pesymistic existence, bring people together, make things happen.
And there are warm hands of my Boy awaiting me, and his good eyes and his love.

Have to go now.

of anger

01.07.2012

FUCK!!!
FUCK!!!!!!
FUUUCK!!!!!

Now I'm in a deep ass. Did not expect (or maybe did have a hunch that it might be a problem) that my dear grandparents- hope they burn in hell - might make such a big fucking deal about two innocent chinches in the house. My Mom's mistake, that she haven't mention about my planned chinch transfer, a tad earlier. I will never, EVER understand those people. Instead of helping somebody, they always try to make someone's life a little bit harder, a little bit more sour.
So now the big question is: WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD I DO???????????????
At this point I don't even want to go to 3city, if I have to face those two old farts. But then-I have no choice, I must see my Mum. If I wasn't a total looser, I would rescue her from this house of madness years ago.
I'm annoyed with everybody now. Even with myself! I hereby swear to not own any animal until the day I move into a place I would call home.

GAWD!! I'M SO PISSED!

Aunt discovered today that chinches made some damage to the wooden furniture, when they escaped about month ago. She doesn't know yet about other damages though, don't know if she'll take it so lightly. Sigh...
I still didn't tell her about my problem, and for some reason am very reluctant to do so.


GAWD!! I'M SOO PISSED!!

I feel so sorry for my two boys, but I have no choice but to give them away. And virtually no time for it. And what if they land in some awful place?!