I wake up from four-year bender, stay sober longs enough for Ivan (goat) and goatherd (Vlad) and goatheard-mate (Kirill) to stop sexing me and get own fat ass on airplane (propeller-kind) for spring break in Estonia (Tallinn ’13!! Woohoos!!!!!!), and I check into Internet Cafes AND THIS HAPPEN?!?!?!?!?!?!
WHAT FUCK IS UP WITH POOFY AND GAY EX-BOYFRIEND WITH GUMS AND TELEVISION SHOWS WHERE SHE RUN IN CIRCLES AND FORCE PEOPLES TO KISS HER AND PLAY PRETEND RED-POLITIC LADY AND CHANGE FACE AND GO TO ASHRAMS AND HAVE SISTERS WHO ARE SISTERS NO MORE AND HAVE PARENTS WHO ARE ON THE FACEBOOKS AND NOW HATE HER AND EX-APARTMENT WHERE FECES ARE EVERYWHERE (I know about living place where feces are everywhere and it is called BARN).
I ask: HAS THE NOTHING CHANGE IN FOUR YEARS?!?!?!?!?!?!
I just say.