Baklava!

10:58, December 20th, 2010.

5 days 'till i hit the road.

38 days left of holidays.

Two Months and One day 'till soundwave.

Just then, i deleted all the emails in my inbox. Every single one of them. Even the ones i planned on using as blackmail. Why? I have no fucking idea, and quite frankly i'm regretting it.

Anywho,
Yesterday i went to two Slava's. For those of you that don't know what a slava is, let me explain.
It's a 'saint day', where all your relatives gather at another relatives house to celebrate/worship a certain saint....by stuffing their faces with delicious food and drinking till their livers turn to dust.

Each family has their own saint. So you can imagine, there's alot of these on throughout the year, especially if you have 18379802935465125421 cousins.
Its good fun, untill its your turn to host the thing. It is on that day, and the days leading up to it, that your mother turns into satan herself. You wanna avoid my mom between January 7th and 31st.

I think i handled being bullied by a 12 year old and being told that i have a wog nose by the same 12 year old, quite well.
Little kids, who think they dominate the world, shit me. Wait...not just little kids, anyone.

Yesterday was good though, i caught up with cousins i haven't seen in AGES, ate....ate....and ate. I have developed a new passion for baklava. It was always good, now its just better.

I woke up this morning, at 6:53am. I started work at 7. I feel like shit.
Hungover, without the piss up the night before. Dead, but still breathing.
I slept like a baby last night though, fell asleep right away.

(cue apology, mood change)

Sorry i didn't reply Markkkk, i fell asleep *blush of embarassment*

Ok, now back to being to grumpy.

Oh fuck this. I'm gonna go have a nap, i shall blog at a later date.

Have fun, play it safe, keep it sexy.
Silent-j