i love my days off for a still slow lifetime.
to roll in my 9 fur layer bed, eating pizza.
(my boys told me: just roll the day off, till we`r back)
watching stupid TV programs, drinking self-made highballs.
thinking how would i spend my birthday?
the only answer is on the 42 floor of my astonishing Conrad hotel.
they have those glass plates, completely awesome with that menu.
like worldwide tour and breathtaking view over the tiny little humans.
have to arrange it later, brainwashing staff whatsoever to be perfect.
you know, i can not relate to usual people.
it is like, when you are doing a dangerous job or selling drugs?
(i could be the cutest drug dealer in the whole freaking world, night!)
or when your family is a part of a syndicate, or running red lights business?
or.. when you are broken, fallen, distinguished as hell, but still those special
people love the fuck out of you, saying nothing about the borderline shit. ever.
that is, where you you find yourself difficult to acquire simple things.
for me it is impossible to understand how it might value to receive a promotion?
to have a child? to chill with your bestie in a morning cafe, talking about guys?..
when i run into some bad service, i always tell myself something like [hey, lads.
i can buy you all. your restaurant, and ten another, or probably make you all fired?]
not because i find some sad satisfaction in being rich and restless.
but because it is nice to remind myself, that almost all the things ain`t matter.
to me, to us. because it is likely that i can turn almost every situation to my side.
i like to sit in my local indian restaurant early in the morning.
spinach curry, Taj Mahal, elephants cute like hell itself and silence.
when you can pay for every thing in this damn world, silence is worthy.
i like cherry blossoms and horses, i like to cuddle cats.
i am watching Grey`s Anatomy for already 13 years.
it is so perfect, i might be even getting touched at times.
i never lose in a fight.
my best friend gave me the knife scar, that would never be erased.
i can probably withstand any kind of pain possible and never complain.
but we never hold grunges.
because we are family.
and the world never matters.
anyone else?