» Guilty Pleasures, part 2

Imagining that something awful happens to me
Like a car accident, a terminal illness, disability, you get the idea. And then thinking about all the care, attention and get-well wishes i'd get from everyone.
Sad cunt? Naah.
(Tue 18th Mar 2008, 19:39, More)

» The thing I've been most ashamed of doing with a penis

Sticking it in some wrong persons
Then again, youth has its rights.
Not really, it still makes me cringe.
(Sun 15th Mar 2009, 9:36, More)

» Impulse buys

I splurged.
So, imagine being 17 years old and winning an essay competition organised by a major intellectual periodical (uh) in your country (Poland, in this case). You have a thousand crisp Polish zlotys (equivalent to roughly 250 quid I guess) in your pocket. What do you do?

Put it away to move out from the parents' home as soon as possible?

Put it away to buy some wreck of a shitty car to have sex in when you've finally gotten a driver's license and turned 18?

Or randomly realise that it's very sunny (it was in the middle of the summer), and that squinting all the time is getting on your nerves and giving you a bit of a headache and spending 700 zlotys on fucking Ray Ban Wayfarers?

The girlfriend thinks I look good in them, though.
(Tue 26th May 2009, 18:52, More)

» Turning into your parents

It sometimes gets terrifying.
Although I have much respect for my father, I never wanted to be like him. More: I wanted to be entirely different, despite all my love and that.

He is teetotal, and I rarely miss a weekend's drinking. Turns out that at my age (according to him) he could down two bottles of vodka and keep standing, and did this very often.

He doesn't smoke, and I go through between 10 to 20 Marlboro Reds a day. Turns out that at my age (again, according to his stories) he bought a pack of 'Extra-strong unfiltered'* every day on his way to school.

He doesn't read books, only newspapers and magazines, while I really enjoy a bit of literature (not to sound like a cunt). Turns out that at my age he went through heaps of books, allegedly having read the entire library in his village.**

My mother is about 159 centimeters tall (I'm not sure how many feet is that, but, basically, she's a fragile woman). None of my girlfriends exceeded this limit by more than 5 centimeters.

The fact that he doesn't like coffee or wear glasses are my last hopes of not becoming an exact clone of his in the future. I even look identically like his nineteen year old self!



*This is Poland of the 70s/80s, and the real name of the cigarettes was 'Ekstramocne bez filtra'.
**Again, this is rural Poland of the 70s. Although probably slighlty exaggerated, I wouldn't say that's impossible.
(Sun 3rd May 2009, 19:00, More)

» Where is the strangest place you have slept?

Couple of times actually
On my ex-gf's arm or laps or something. This wouldn't really be worth mentioning had this not happened during conversations. She took it lightly though
(Thu 4th Jan 2007, 15:58, More)