вчера был самый стрщный вечер моей жизни.
хочу в Австралию. 

Самое нелепое на свете занятие - пытаться игнорировать человека, которому на вас наплевать, ахаха)

В районе станции метро Арбат есть прекрасная рюмочная совкогового типа, куда приходит немолодая интеллигенция, чтобы обсудить последние события в мире политики и искусства за кружечкой пива или рюмочкой коньячку. Это место переносит на 30-40 лет назад.

( рюмочная )
Ночь музеев -это не что-то светлое,чистое. Каждый раз я думаю,что это паноптикум, но продолжаю исправно посещать сие мероприятие. Хотя время все же можно провести неплохо, но я бы уж честно переименовала это день в  день, когда вся страна с чистой совестью пьет и гуляет всю ночь, прикрываясь тягой к прекрасному.


Как здорово, что ты приезжал, Ботч. Ка странно и обидно - иногда, чтобы понять, как тебе дорог человек, нужно его практически потерять, ну или чтобы он уехал куда-то далко.

Цените близких вам людей, товарищи, а то потом обидно будет.

Thursday night,
everything's fine,
Except you've got that look in your eyes,
when I'm telling a story
And you find it boring your thinking of something to say.
You'll go along with and then drop it
And you Humiliate me, in front of our friends.

Then I'll use that voice what you find annoyin'
And say something like
"intelligent input darlin' why don't you just go and have another beer then?"

Then you call me a bitch and everyone we're with will be embarrassed,
and I won't give a shit.

My fingertips are holding onto the
cracks in our foundations,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And everytime we fight I know its not right,
everytime that your upset and I smile
I know I should forget, but I can't.

You said I must eat so many lemons,
'cause I am so bitter.
I said "I'd rather be with your friends mate,
cause they are much fitter"

Yes it was childish
and you got aggressive
and I must admit that I was a bit scared,
but it gives me thrills to wind you up.

My fingertips are holding onto the
Cracks in our foundations,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And everytime we fight,
I know its not right,
every time that your upset and I smile,
I know I should forget,
but I can't.

Your face is pasty,
'Cause you've gone and got so wasted,
what a surprise,
don't want to look at your face,
'cause its making me sick.

You've gone and got sick on my trainers,
I only got these Yesterday.
Oh my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this.

Well I'll leave you there till the mornin',
and I purposely won't turn the heating on
and dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one.

My fingertips are holding onto the
Cracks in our foundations,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And everytime we fight,
I know its not right,
every time that your upset and I smile,
I know I should forget,
but I can't.

And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.

Can't say why I kept this from you
My those quiet eyes become you
Leave it where it can't remind us
Turn this all around behind us
Oh! Well I know!
I'll fall right in to keep you out
I'd like to tell you all about it

I know, what I know, I know
This last time around
I'll hear it in my head real low
Turn into
The only thing you ever know

I know, what I know, I know
Ah yes.

Будет здорово) всем быть)



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