Paris

The last few days i can think about nothing except this city.
So strange - i have never been interested in France...
I don't like this language, i never like theirs music... so on.
But the last few days i think only about Paris.
Talk only about Paris.
March.
One week or only 5 days (because of this damn economic crush)
5 days in Paris.
Walking down on evening streets, drinking something, becoming a little drunk.
Eifel Tower, Montmarte, Merry-Go-Round, Ferris Wheel....
Ok, i scared of heights, but i can watch it from the ground (^з^)




oouh, idea fix

anatomy phenomenon

because of spiteful and pervert talkings with Celeste in skype i slept only 4 hours.
and when i as usually go to subway by car with mom, we were listening radio
and today dj's were talking about......... foreign bodies in rectum O___o
first few minutes of talking i thought, that i'm still sleeping XD
They were talking about light bulbs, gas cylinders, nail polish bottles, beetle with seal binded to it , cups etc
(cups? oh my god... whyyyy... why cups?)

and then my mom said, that when she was studying medicine in the university, they had during the one of semestres the subject "proctology".
and they NEVER study something about " foreign bodies in rectum".
proctology those days didn't say anything about the existence of this occurrence.
she said, that in Soviet Union there were no people, who even could imagine that it can be, and that somebody even may like it.
and she still choked about this fact.







times changed

so easy

Like Alice followed the Mr. White Rabbit, my curiosity lead me, so I followed to the link, and finally i am here.