by the way, i decided to improve my english, so i bought a good book yesterday - "English grammar in use", Raymond Murphy. cos i suppose that my english is awful and i do a lot of grammar mistakes.
- Mood:
crazy
The weather is awful! Again. Rain, rain, rain. It's raining for 3 days already. Tomorrow it will be raining as well. And may be all next week. I don’t know. this year weather in our region is getting terrible - winter gets warmer but summer gets colder. Today is plus 13 0 C and it feels like September…
- Mood:
sleepy
"Yes" = No
"No" = Yes
"Maybe" = No
"I'm sorry" = You'll be sorry
"We need" = I want
"It's your decision" = The correct decision should be obvious by now
"Sure... go ahead" = I don't want you to
"I'm not upset" = Of course I'm upset, you moron!
"We need to talk" = I need to complain
"You're certainly attentive tonight" = Is sex all you ever think about?
"Be romantic, turn out the lights" = I have flabby thighs
"This kitchen is so inconvenient" = I want a new house
"I want new curtains" = and carpeting, and furniture, and wallpaper...
"I heard a noise" = I noticed you were almost asleep
"Do you love me?" = I'm going to ask for something expensive
"How much do you love me?" = I did something today you're really not going to like
"I'll be ready in a minute" = Kick off your shoes and find a good game on T.V.
"Is my butt fat?" = Lie to me
"You have to learn to communicate" = Just agree with me
"Are you listening to me!?" = [Too late, you're dead]
"Do what you want." = You'll pay for this later
- Location:at work
- Mood:
lazy
The sound of horn within the deadly rocks
And Carl the King… He can’t return in time.
I, all I had in life, today have lost.
The fight was lost. I know that I will die.
Foes ran away. An’ now I all alone.
An’ French blood in the emeralds of light.
Before I sleep under the mortal stone,
I’ll say my prayer for the bravest knights.
And may be God, for my enormous pride,
Before I go to the immortal lands,
Told me to bury people who have died
An’ pray for all my basely killed friends.
Most faithful knight of France – The Count Roland.
The biter-sweet is story of the bard.
All faithful knights I killed by my own pride.
An’ I’m sure in sentence for my heart.
I know that soon I can to go away,
An’ sleep forever under mortal stone.
An’ stopping heart in empty chest will say:
And even in the death I am alone.
Great, isn't it? ;)
- Mood:
creative
A married couple was in a terrible accident where the woman's face was severely burned. The doctor told the husband that they couldn't graft any skin from her body because she was too skinny. So the husband offered to donate some of his own skin. However, the only skin on his body that the doctor felt was suitable would have to come from his buttocks.
The husband and wife agreed that they would tell no one about where the skin came from, and requested that the doctor also honor their secret. After all, this was a very delicate matter.
After the surgery was completed, everyone was astounded at the woman's new beauty. She looked more beautiful than she ever had before! All her friends and relatives just went on and on about her youthful beauty!
One day, she was alone with her husband, and she was overcome with emotion at his sacrifice.
She said, "Dear, I just want to thank you for everything you did for me. There is no way I could ever repay you."
"My darling," he replied, "think nothing of it. I get all the thanks I need every time I see your mother kiss you on the cheek."
"Officer, look what they've done to my Beemer!"
"You yuppies are so materialistic, it's ridiculous" retorted the officer. "You're so worried about your stupid BMW, you didn't even notice that your left arm was ripped off."
"Oh, my God!" screamed the yuppie, noticing the bloody stump where his arm used to be. "My Rolex!"
- Mood:
creative