|winter tires time
||[Nov. 9th, 2008|02:57 pm]
Анушка вече е купила олиото...
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your modesty is completely illiterate about cars, despite of having driven one for 7 months, total of 30,000 km across national and european roads, and despite having gone through one serious car accident. so tomorrow i'll aks my dear cousin (female, my age) to take my car to the mechanic, change the motor oil, put on winter tires, and so forth.
your modesty is also a gambler. spent the last two nights with different friends at different casions, winning a bit of money, without much of an emotional reward. it's a pastime, though, a distraction. which can come in handy in the fog season, when your entire life turns into one endless fog, which messes up your mind. for lack of any other convenient distraction.
your modesty also has the tendency to get painfully obsessed with personalities similiar to his own, lost in the middle of their chaotic life, bright and charismatic misfits, wandering around the plot of their dramas, and giving you intense emotional award when you try to go out of your own messed-up way, to help them out of empathy.
your modesty is also in debt, underpaid, and generally more and more dissatisfied with the way things turned out the last several years. could have done a better job with all of that.