it's 2.08 am. Just managed to get the last drunkard to bed.
I finished work at 10.00 pm and my attic mates had all gone down to the pub..yes...the ones that made a promise to each other not to go to the fucking pub.
I stuck to my promise..promise I made to myself. At midnight I heard someone coming in and by the hissing and roaring I understood that it was Hershe. The Slovak called me on the door and demanded me to take Hershe over now..because She had to deal with her and got her home..so..therfore..her job was done...For God's sake - she is the bloody whiner every night like a fucking horny April cat behind our door and begging us to go out for a drink with her. Tho she knows exactly how hard we're trying to stay away from drink and save some money as well!! And as if she wants us to go out with her so we could all have a nice evening, have a laugh and a chat. But no - she just needs a handbag (if I use Hershe's phrase) so she could go and salivate all over some guys who have, to their misfortune, paid some attention to her.
Hershe was fucked. She was the splitting image of BB Boy when he was trying to execute the red innocent mop bucket. She fell in the bedroom, trouser half way down, roaring and mumbling unknown words. Then came the smashing up part. Poor little antique table is now a bit disabled. It was strange to see her in that state. I've seen her drunk before. But I hadn't seen her like this before. I don't want to think any further how I felt when I saw her.I don't want to remember how I used to be..and what it must have done my dearest people.
When she realized that I was present and talking to my ex on Skype, she went a bit mental. I managed to save the laptop but all the other things had to go for a little fly around in the room. After a little monologue how much she hates me , and how she doesn't even love me and then how much she actually loves me, she threw me out. By the time she had managed (with lots of extra effort) to take off all her clothes and I was kinda trying to make her decent. Big mistake! when a drunk women wants to be naked in the staff house in the middle of the night and roar around then it's wise to back away..slowly...
so I went to my room and three minutes later she was there. This time I was able to lull her to sleep. Theoretically she starts seven am. Good luck! Left her sleeping in my room and went back to hers. One down..another one to go.
An hour or so later BB boy trashed in, all red faced, apologetic and drunk. I took a deep breath, rubbed my eyes open again, lit up two cigarettes and took in my position of "we're gonna talk some deep shit now".
After half a back of cigarettes, roaring anger and river he cried , I walked him to his room. theoretically he start 6.30 am..
Why does BB Boy cry all the time one might wonder - it all comes down to LOVE. He loves this 19 years old chick and by "he loves" I mean he REALLY, REALLY LOVES this chick but it doesn't seem to him that she is taking things as seriously as he is..Maybe he should spend his energy on talking to her instead of his attic mates..hm..the power love has..Quite amazing.
Theoretically..I start seven am...
will try and get some sleep now..
Oh yes - I told to my boss that I'm leaving in March. Time to move on.
I finished work at 10.00 pm and my attic mates had all gone down to the pub..yes...the ones that made a promise to each other not to go to the fucking pub.
I stuck to my promise..promise I made to myself. At midnight I heard someone coming in and by the hissing and roaring I understood that it was Hershe. The Slovak called me on the door and demanded me to take Hershe over now..because She had to deal with her and got her home..so..therfore..her job was done...For God's sake - she is the bloody whiner every night like a fucking horny April cat behind our door and begging us to go out for a drink with her. Tho she knows exactly how hard we're trying to stay away from drink and save some money as well!! And as if she wants us to go out with her so we could all have a nice evening, have a laugh and a chat. But no - she just needs a handbag (if I use Hershe's phrase) so she could go and salivate all over some guys who have, to their misfortune, paid some attention to her.
Hershe was fucked. She was the splitting image of BB Boy when he was trying to execute the red innocent mop bucket. She fell in the bedroom, trouser half way down, roaring and mumbling unknown words. Then came the smashing up part. Poor little antique table is now a bit disabled. It was strange to see her in that state. I've seen her drunk before. But I hadn't seen her like this before. I don't want to think any further how I felt when I saw her.I don't want to remember how I used to be..and what it must have done my dearest people.
When she realized that I was present and talking to my ex on Skype, she went a bit mental. I managed to save the laptop but all the other things had to go for a little fly around in the room. After a little monologue how much she hates me , and how she doesn't even love me and then how much she actually loves me, she threw me out. By the time she had managed (with lots of extra effort) to take off all her clothes and I was kinda trying to make her decent. Big mistake! when a drunk women wants to be naked in the staff house in the middle of the night and roar around then it's wise to back away..slowly...
so I went to my room and three minutes later she was there. This time I was able to lull her to sleep. Theoretically she starts seven am. Good luck! Left her sleeping in my room and went back to hers. One down..another one to go.
An hour or so later BB boy trashed in, all red faced, apologetic and drunk. I took a deep breath, rubbed my eyes open again, lit up two cigarettes and took in my position of "we're gonna talk some deep shit now".
After half a back of cigarettes, roaring anger and river he cried , I walked him to his room. theoretically he start 6.30 am..
Why does BB Boy cry all the time one might wonder - it all comes down to LOVE. He loves this 19 years old chick and by "he loves" I mean he REALLY, REALLY LOVES this chick but it doesn't seem to him that she is taking things as seriously as he is..Maybe he should spend his energy on talking to her instead of his attic mates..hm..the power love has..Quite amazing.
Theoretically..I start seven am...
will try and get some sleep now..
Oh yes - I told to my boss that I'm leaving in March. Time to move on.
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