I couldn't care less.
明天我要离开
我很笨但是很帅
：）
我很笨但是很帅
：）
воскресенье, 24 января 2010
I couldn't care less.
He was so young. He felt young. He breathed young. I wanted to dip myself into him. I wanted to suck his youth dry. It was three years ago. a lot changed since that time. Both of us have gotten over. Grew up. And we seem to smile to each other at those rare times when we meet.
He's not young anymore. Those short years made him old. He is older than he looks. He looks 30. He is 25 in fact. But still when he looks at me, there's that razorblade shine in his eyes. That didn't disappear with the years. He looks at me like he wants me. And, well, I want him too. And can't hide it.
It's not love. It's very far from any other feeling I felt before. It is some kind of an animal attraction. A force that throws people into each other's arms without considering the consequences.
He used to call me. He does not, now. Because he doesn't need my help. Like he needed it before. He doesn't need me to get out of that abyss of uncertainty and self-neglect. He has just gotten used to the feeling. Self-destruction. Overconfidence. Wit. Strength. Sharp tongue. Stupid smile. Uncertainty. Despair. That's all about him. And that gets nowhere close to him.
This is my story.
He's not young anymore. Those short years made him old. He is older than he looks. He looks 30. He is 25 in fact. But still when he looks at me, there's that razorblade shine in his eyes. That didn't disappear with the years. He looks at me like he wants me. And, well, I want him too. And can't hide it.
It's not love. It's very far from any other feeling I felt before. It is some kind of an animal attraction. A force that throws people into each other's arms without considering the consequences.
He used to call me. He does not, now. Because he doesn't need my help. Like he needed it before. He doesn't need me to get out of that abyss of uncertainty and self-neglect. He has just gotten used to the feeling. Self-destruction. Overconfidence. Wit. Strength. Sharp tongue. Stupid smile. Uncertainty. Despair. That's all about him. And that gets nowhere close to him.
This is my story.
суббота, 23 января 2010
I couldn't care less.
All those women you'll never get.
All those funny pictures that are not funny any more. This whole thing turns not funny if you look at it for a long enough time. All those chances you've missed.
And those people you lost, this way or another. Like, they're somewhere around, in this world, but you lost them.
Like, when too many things make you cry. Or make you want to cry. Or make you wish you could want to start to cry.
But in fact you can not.
And this is my ultimate answer to the life, the universe and everything.
But In Fact You Can Not.
All those funny pictures that are not funny any more. This whole thing turns not funny if you look at it for a long enough time. All those chances you've missed.
And those people you lost, this way or another. Like, they're somewhere around, in this world, but you lost them.
Like, when too many things make you cry. Or make you want to cry. Or make you wish you could want to start to cry.
But in fact you can not.
And this is my ultimate answer to the life, the universe and everything.
But In Fact You Can Not.
I couldn't care less.
- Я хочу какой-нибудь коктейль.
- ОК. Джин-тоник.
- Он невкусный. Хочу другой, сладкий.
- ОК. 古堡
- Он невкусный. Слишком крепкий.
OMFG.
- ОК. Джин-тоник.
- Он невкусный. Хочу другой, сладкий.
- ОК. 古堡
- Он невкусный. Слишком крепкий.
OMFG.
вторник, 19 января 2010
I couldn't care less.
минут 20 тому назад я снял охуенный 3Д фильм, сказал он, протягивая мне желтенькую марку.
понедельник, 18 января 2010
I couldn't care less.
посмотрел аватар только что такая хуйня.
1. Сука, долгий.
2. То есть создатели, ясен пень, перлись от спецеффектов. Но я предпочитаю заниматься мастурбацией в одиночестве, а не в присутствии пары - тройки десятков миллиардов человек.
3. Я бы оставил в нем три сцены (любые) по 30 минут.
4. А в чем смысл? Что они хотели сказать? Ресурсы - зло? Убивать иракцев-иранцев за нефть - плохо? Дык это нам в реале показали тов. Дж. Буш и Обамаманки.
5. Что человек един с природой и очень плохо то, что мы повырубали леса? Дык их уже обратно не насадить, все, поздняк метаться.
Мой вердикт: сборище банальных идей и летающих медуз.
ПС: мне вообще тот военный понравился, который "It's not over while I'm breathing". Настоящий военный, до конца. Хоть я и не люблю военных ни под каким соусом. Единственный по-настоящему трехмерный персонаж. Все остальные плоские, какие 3Д очки не напяливай.
But I'm supposed to like it 'cause everyone fucking likes it and it's making it in the box office.
Like fuck.
1. Сука, долгий.
2. То есть создатели, ясен пень, перлись от спецеффектов. Но я предпочитаю заниматься мастурбацией в одиночестве, а не в присутствии пары - тройки десятков миллиардов человек.
3. Я бы оставил в нем три сцены (любые) по 30 минут.
4. А в чем смысл? Что они хотели сказать? Ресурсы - зло? Убивать иракцев-иранцев за нефть - плохо? Дык это нам в реале показали тов. Дж. Буш и Обамаманки.
5. Что человек един с природой и очень плохо то, что мы повырубали леса? Дык их уже обратно не насадить, все, поздняк метаться.
Мой вердикт: сборище банальных идей и летающих медуз.
ПС: мне вообще тот военный понравился, который "It's not over while I'm breathing". Настоящий военный, до конца. Хоть я и не люблю военных ни под каким соусом. Единственный по-настоящему трехмерный персонаж. Все остальные плоские, какие 3Д очки не напяливай.
But I'm supposed to like it 'cause everyone fucking likes it and it's making it in the box office.
Like fuck.
I couldn't care less.
воскресенье, 17 января 2010
I couldn't care less.
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I couldn't care less.
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from www.superstyle.ru/25dec2009/astrologia_pod_grad...
Стрелец
Гурман. Однако, собираясь на очередную вечеринку, Стрельцам не следует забывать, что их печень отличается повышенной уязвимостью, и совершенно не переносит крепких напитков. Если вопрос: пить или не пить, решается в пользу первого утверждения, Стрельцам лучше отдать предпочтение сухим виноградным винам, да и то в умеренных количествах.
В зависимость от алкоголя Стрельцы практически не попадают, но если чувствуют потребность выпить, противиться ей не могут, да и не хотят. Вот только делать это в одиночестве они не любят. Если нет достойной компании, готовы найти себе собутыльника даже из самых низких слоёв общества и раздавить с ним бутылочку хоть в подворотне.
В опьянении становятся добродушными, разудалыми и весёлыми – могут раздать все деньги друзьям или нищим, либо внезапно сесть на поезд и уехать в неизвестном направлении.
Ваши предпочтения: глинтвейн, пиво, кьянти, коньяк, бренди, грог, херес, кальвадос, мадера, алиготе, эль, абсент.
from www.superstyle.ru/25dec2009/astrologia_pod_grad...
Стрелец
Гурман. Однако, собираясь на очередную вечеринку, Стрельцам не следует забывать, что их печень отличается повышенной уязвимостью, и совершенно не переносит крепких напитков. Если вопрос: пить или не пить, решается в пользу первого утверждения, Стрельцам лучше отдать предпочтение сухим виноградным винам, да и то в умеренных количествах.
В зависимость от алкоголя Стрельцы практически не попадают, но если чувствуют потребность выпить, противиться ей не могут, да и не хотят. Вот только делать это в одиночестве они не любят. Если нет достойной компании, готовы найти себе собутыльника даже из самых низких слоёв общества и раздавить с ним бутылочку хоть в подворотне.
В опьянении становятся добродушными, разудалыми и весёлыми – могут раздать все деньги друзьям или нищим, либо внезапно сесть на поезд и уехать в неизвестном направлении.
Ваши предпочтения: глинтвейн, пиво, кьянти, коньяк, бренди, грог, херес, кальвадос, мадера, алиготе, эль, абсент.
I couldn't care less.
And then they post those Christmas pics. You know, with the mantelpiece and socks and Christmas tree. And nobody's ever going to have that. Nothing. It'll be a hardcore binge.
Now. This year. And next. And next. And next.
And then there goes: "The doctors are struggling for his life". And the doctors aren't fucking struggling. They got a Christmas binge.
And then you get it that this life. Life of any kind. Is not worth struggling for.
Now. This year. And next. And next. And next.
And then there goes: "The doctors are struggling for his life". And the doctors aren't fucking struggling. They got a Christmas binge.
And then you get it that this life. Life of any kind. Is not worth struggling for.
I couldn't care less.
I hate those drunk talks. I mean, when everybody goes like "I'm the ultimate answer to your problems. And I'll teach my righteous ways".
And I think ...
And I think ...
And I'm sure ...
And I'm sure that you'd better shut the fuck up before I started talking.
Nah, I like it civil. Funny. Dirty.
But not morale, no, god, no, just don't mess with my brain, please. All those "You should if you love her" statements.
Sorry, "A pimp's love is very different from that of a square" (c)
Ha-ha-ha-ha.
I don't like to get drunk with girls, but I like to get the girls drunk.
It feels like I'm already retired and am just looking forth to a pleasant weekend. That's one of my fears. To become that old shrinking guy, who babbles around about the good old days and how everyone should stop doing the bad things and start doing the good things.
Like the family preacher. "Oh, forth to you I bring the word of Jesus..." I mean, sort of. Why would you take my mind, split it and put all that straw there, evil scientist?
It's so mean. I've lost my human part of soul and bla-bla-bla. Yeah, well I can see it in your eyes. D'you know how long it took me to get like that?
Basically, one sentence.
And then there was another sentence, yesterday.
Ask meself a question: did she feel the same that time she knew like I felt yesterday the time I knew?
Or did she not?
And I think ...
And I think ...
And I'm sure ...
And I'm sure that you'd better shut the fuck up before I started talking.
Nah, I like it civil. Funny. Dirty.
But not morale, no, god, no, just don't mess with my brain, please. All those "You should if you love her" statements.
Sorry, "A pimp's love is very different from that of a square" (c)
Ha-ha-ha-ha.
I don't like to get drunk with girls, but I like to get the girls drunk.
It feels like I'm already retired and am just looking forth to a pleasant weekend. That's one of my fears. To become that old shrinking guy, who babbles around about the good old days and how everyone should stop doing the bad things and start doing the good things.
Like the family preacher. "Oh, forth to you I bring the word of Jesus..." I mean, sort of. Why would you take my mind, split it and put all that straw there, evil scientist?
It's so mean. I've lost my human part of soul and bla-bla-bla. Yeah, well I can see it in your eyes. D'you know how long it took me to get like that?
Basically, one sentence.
And then there was another sentence, yesterday.
Ask meself a question: did she feel the same that time she knew like I felt yesterday the time I knew?
Or did she not?
суббота, 16 января 2010
I couldn't care less.
I couldn't care less.
Yes, the truth.
I mean, how we got together in the first place. 'twas so simple. I just wanted to fuck someone. No matter who. No reasons, no love talk, nothing. And then, o-o-ops, "I seem to be pregnant, darling".
Well, fine.
It's so disgusting.
My whole life's like a 3-d Autocad slum. Welcome to my life.
No pity.
No regrets.
Eat or be eaten. And all the shit like that. I know why people smoke. I really do. Maybe that's just the smoker defence. Maybe I'm wrong.
Means everybody else is right.
Every day I fall asleep with a strong desire to shoot myself.
Because they're trying to prove me wrong instead of getting the point.
Nobody gets the point. Nobody.
That's why I almost never speak outside work. I don't feel like it.
They said I used to be a smiling guy.
Nah, I'm still a smiling guy.
It's just that the things that make me smile are different now.
I mean, how we got together in the first place. 'twas so simple. I just wanted to fuck someone. No matter who. No reasons, no love talk, nothing. And then, o-o-ops, "I seem to be pregnant, darling".
Well, fine.
It's so disgusting.
My whole life's like a 3-d Autocad slum. Welcome to my life.
No pity.
No regrets.
Eat or be eaten. And all the shit like that. I know why people smoke. I really do. Maybe that's just the smoker defence. Maybe I'm wrong.
Means everybody else is right.
Every day I fall asleep with a strong desire to shoot myself.
Because they're trying to prove me wrong instead of getting the point.
Nobody gets the point. Nobody.
That's why I almost never speak outside work. I don't feel like it.
They said I used to be a smiling guy.
Nah, I'm still a smiling guy.
It's just that the things that make me smile are different now.
четверг, 14 января 2010
I couldn't care less.
我的美女
你的头发好短
我的美女
你超级性感
我的美女
我好想你了
我想你死了
美女,我知道
你已经忘记了
我那一天
我说出来的东西
你跟其他人,
那恭喜恭喜
我希望你天天愉快
他怎么做爱?
你的头发好短
我的美女
你超级性感
我的美女
我好想你了
我想你死了
美女,我知道
你已经忘记了
我那一天
我说出来的东西
你跟其他人,
那恭喜恭喜
我希望你天天愉快
他怎么做爱?
среда, 13 января 2010
I couldn't care less.
сложно работать, когда у тебя постоянно кто-то на грани.
Да вообще сознательно существовать сложно.
Да вообще сознательно существовать сложно.
вторник, 12 января 2010
I couldn't care less.
Мой день
это как твоя ночь
тебе снится как в песне васильева саши что ти на работу идешь, и я тоже иду на нее
тебе страшно
что кто-то схватит за ногу тебя
вылезет из-под кровати
кошмара
тебе хватит на всю твою жизнь и достанется детям еще немного
это как твоя ночь
тебе снится как в песне васильева саши что ти на работу идешь, и я тоже иду на нее
тебе страшно
что кто-то схватит за ногу тебя
вылезет из-под кровати
кошмара
тебе хватит на всю твою жизнь и достанется детям еще немного
суббота, 09 января 2010
I couldn't care less.
Многие скажут, что я дошёл. Опустился. И скоро пересяду на мопед. Я взял Каву Эстрелла. Всего 250 кубов. Хер его знает, какое поколение каферейсеров.
Но по мне так лучше у меня будет мотоцикл, который ездит, чем тот, который не ездит.
***
And yesterday I rode it to 夫子庙 and back. Well, I can be using a liter sportbike at 1/3 its potential maximum. Or I can be using a 250cc cafe racer at nearly 100%. Guess what's more satisfying.
Short review now:
The first thing you feel is: the bike is light. And I mean light. Feels like a bicycle with an engine. And 20HP is way enough for that weight. Accelerates fast, deccelerates fast. Single piston disk brakes front and back seemed feeble at first, but actually they're doing the job better than well. can't say it stops on a dime, but is very close to it. I guess, wheelie is quite possible, but I haven't tried it yet. Good roll-on. No Kawi gearbox problems. Though, probably, not yet.
The bike is simple: air cooled single cylinder engine. One carbuettor. No problem to fix it yourself. Still hope there won't be anything to fix.
Awesome in traffic. Handles like a toy and is real slim, which means traffic jams are no longer jams at all. Ground clearance allows it to climb on the curbs without any effort. Corners well, and the frame feels rigid enough for aggressive riding. But, again, who'd ride a neoclassic - cafe racer bike aggressively?
The quality is good. Plastic is well-painted, and there is nothing useless in the design. Never a show stopper, but it'll turn some heads.
Enough room for two, pulls well with the passenger and is still easy to handle.
Now the downsides: the controls are antique, like those on the post-war bikes. They're quite comfortable, but take time to get used to. Nothing like Hondas or Suzukis, where you don't even mind the controls. The stock exhaust is kinda loud. And single cylinder engine coupled with the direct flow exhaust sounds, well, weird. But that can easily be cured as follows: high gear, low revs. It's not a sportbike, after all.
That kind of a riding style gives it a decent sound. But you'll still have to throttle the bike in the fast traffic.
Altogether: a nice-looking bike for daily commuting.
Но по мне так лучше у меня будет мотоцикл, который ездит, чем тот, который не ездит.
***
And yesterday I rode it to 夫子庙 and back. Well, I can be using a liter sportbike at 1/3 its potential maximum. Or I can be using a 250cc cafe racer at nearly 100%. Guess what's more satisfying.
Short review now:
The first thing you feel is: the bike is light. And I mean light. Feels like a bicycle with an engine. And 20HP is way enough for that weight. Accelerates fast, deccelerates fast. Single piston disk brakes front and back seemed feeble at first, but actually they're doing the job better than well. can't say it stops on a dime, but is very close to it. I guess, wheelie is quite possible, but I haven't tried it yet. Good roll-on. No Kawi gearbox problems. Though, probably, not yet.
The bike is simple: air cooled single cylinder engine. One carbuettor. No problem to fix it yourself. Still hope there won't be anything to fix.
Awesome in traffic. Handles like a toy and is real slim, which means traffic jams are no longer jams at all. Ground clearance allows it to climb on the curbs without any effort. Corners well, and the frame feels rigid enough for aggressive riding. But, again, who'd ride a neoclassic - cafe racer bike aggressively?
The quality is good. Plastic is well-painted, and there is nothing useless in the design. Never a show stopper, but it'll turn some heads.
Enough room for two, pulls well with the passenger and is still easy to handle.
Now the downsides: the controls are antique, like those on the post-war bikes. They're quite comfortable, but take time to get used to. Nothing like Hondas or Suzukis, where you don't even mind the controls. The stock exhaust is kinda loud. And single cylinder engine coupled with the direct flow exhaust sounds, well, weird. But that can easily be cured as follows: high gear, low revs. It's not a sportbike, after all.
That kind of a riding style gives it a decent sound. But you'll still have to throttle the bike in the fast traffic.
Altogether: a nice-looking bike for daily commuting.
I couldn't care less.
My year's not over, losers.
пятница, 08 января 2010
I couldn't care less.
стресс был велик,
но этот стресс придумал себе я сам.
слышите крик,-
это в себя зовут небеса.
можно и не идти
и отправить кого-то взамен себя:
вещь или стиль
или тех, кто убил, любя.
прямо толпой,
и проследить, чтобы никто не пришёл назад.
мимо "стой"
мимо "губы" или там мимо "глаза"
Mожно и по частям,
только так будет сложно зафрахтовать
место там,
где будут быть, но не забывать.
или вот:
со всего размаха в спину себя толкнуть
или наоборот
набрать случайный номер и проверить на тру-
поговорить
обязательно по душам, можно даже и целый час
а потом типа спишь
и притворяешься, что не слышишь ни себя, ни нас.
но этот стресс придумал себе я сам.
слышите крик,-
это в себя зовут небеса.
можно и не идти
и отправить кого-то взамен себя:
вещь или стиль
или тех, кто убил, любя.
прямо толпой,
и проследить, чтобы никто не пришёл назад.
мимо "стой"
мимо "губы" или там мимо "глаза"
Mожно и по частям,
только так будет сложно зафрахтовать
место там,
где будут быть, но не забывать.
или вот:
со всего размаха в спину себя толкнуть
или наоборот
набрать случайный номер и проверить на тру-
поговорить
обязательно по душам, можно даже и целый час
а потом типа спишь
и притворяешься, что не слышишь ни себя, ни нас.