I don't know what it is with this place. I feel peaceful in here, even if it's damn hot and I'm sitting in front of the screen naked. Luckily offices across the street are already closed.
I'm once again with the cat, Diva. If you know nothing about her, read my diaries from last summer. It's good to be here since our bathroom has been teared up and I'm unable to even shower at home. Doing laundry is also impossible. So I brought all my dirty clothes with me to here and my mission for tonight is get it all done. Only fact is that I have to wake up at 5.30 in the morning in order to get to work on time.
I'm listening Willie Nelson. If any of you ever heard anything about him, yeah, you're right, I've finally gone crazy.
No, actually, even if I'm close (most of the time) this time I haven't. Last few weeks I've been happy for receiving so much positive feedback about my stories. You could even say that I'm a bit proud...! But now, when I know that there are more people reading, I feel an urge to continue these stories as soon as possible.
Oh. But. Well. Yeah. I'm having my summer holiday. It starts on Friday and lasts for two weeks. And I don't know if I get online then at all. Unless I go and get that MasterCard I've been longing for few days and then use all the credit I can possibly get to buy a computer. But I don't think I'll do that right now because my home is all dusty because of the bathroom. And they haven't even starter real work with it! I'll try to update before Friday at least some of the stories, OK?
When do you know you're getting old? I don't mean old as old and gray and wise but old as you're not 13 anymore. Well, once you meet men who are/were married, have kids and all things like that. I'm not prepared! I want man without a past. Is that possible? I guess not. I almost put an ad to a internet page meant for singles (I guess you all know what I'm talking about) saying that this is who I am and who I want you to be... (all the things you can possibly think) ...and then... (if you could use larger font and bold it, that's what I'd do) ...I hope that you have enough money for me too. And you know what? I'm sure I'd get at least two or three answers. But then I would feel like a cheap whore for the rest of my life. Like I wasn't feeling that right now, but that's a different story and inapproriate to this site. (Well, I'm in love, it's easy, he's fun, I'm desperate and alone � not in suicidal way � and it feels like there's something but... he's taken. Very much taken. Not good. Not good at all. I mean we can end up having a fling but didn't get enough of those already? I WANT A SERIOUS RELATIONSHIP. One more thing telling that you're getting old. I'm starting to be concerned. I have dreams about being married or pregnant. That's not normal. Is it?)
And all of the sudden, person comes to me and offers a job! Well, just for three or four weeks along my regular job, but with better salary and different kind of work. I get asked a question: "Have you ever thought about being a journalist?" I said: "Yeah, I have, but it's not what I want most so I've never really done anything for it". And then she offered me a job as one. What did I say? "Yes." I'm starting to wonder if I can say "no" anymore.
And see what this place does to me. I'm writing like a lunatic. But now I go. I have to call my friend about this dirty little love affair I'm living in my head... She's gonna die. Well, ain't that what friends are for?

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