:: Þvaðurveita geimVEIRU ::

:: sunnudagur, mars 30, 2003 ::

A first
In honour of two visits on my blogg from the Department of State, Washington, D.C., United States I shall blog in English today. Today after an horribly lazy Sunday of napping, practising singing and transcribing a song, and ignoring the mess that is my home the doorbell rang (to my horror). Nobody answered as I picked up the intercom, so I expected my nosy know-it-all neighbour to be at the door to inform me of something. But as it turned out there showed up a man who introduced himself as my new neighbour (I knew there would a new person move in on the floor below mine so that checked out) and consequently asked to use my telephone as his was still not connected and he really needed to get in touch with someone and didn't have a car either (which sounded kind of odd to say, when asking to make a phone call). As this was like a set-up scene in a horror movie, where the stupid single (inevitably blond) woman lets a stranger in to use the phone, I was apprehensive but my mother heard the interaction over the phone, so I at least knew she'd have some information to forward the police investigators should I get murdered or anything (which of course is very comforting to murder victims). I hung up on my mother after telling her what was going on, and handed the bloke my cordless phone. He then asked for the phone book and as I went to find it, suddenly he stood inside my apartment (uninvited). In stead of being paranoid about having a person I'd never seen before suddenly standing inside my apartment, I had only one thought: "Holy crap, this is just typical, there is a person who I'll be seeing on a regular basis, a new neighbour in my apartment building. What a horrible thing that he's exposed me for the slob I am, seeing all my clutter, this kind of mess nobody ever gets to see - since, well, nobody ever comes here anyway." I didn't have much time picking on myself, as to my amazement the bloke animatedly started speaking Russian. I hope there was no illegal planning going on in that phone call, but I certainly have no idea. I feel bad about having anyone see my cluttered existence but I still think the person was really rude. I would never just walk into a stranger's apartment uninvited, especially when asking for favours. In other news is practically nothing, except I made myself a nice steak dinner, with green pepper sauce and steamed vegetables. Sort of to make up for the steak I meant to get in Baltimore and didn't.
Russian spoken in my home and visits from the U.S. State Department... if this was a 24 episode, there would definitely be dots to connect here.

:: geimVEIRA:: kl. 22:38:: [+] ::
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