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14.10.2011 13:02 -
Sofia jam... or lets singing
I drive the car and I whistle. More precisely sing. Actually, let's have more accurate - try to follow the rhythm of a ballad of Sonata Arctic. I'm waiting on traffic lights completely without nerves and boredom. Just sing. Driver of the car next to me looked at me weird ... and close its window. Completely clear'm singing abilities. If there is a way to stitch my mouth to not do it and thus is not illegal and immoral - my husband would have done years ago. But as yet there came a law that prohibits my singing in public, I continue to terrorize people who can somehow hear me.
In fact, traveling in Sofia jam. Morning. Roundabout.
Some nerve pressure horn of his car. I look around. Not for me or at least does not seem to me or my singing. One little group of pedestrians on zebra ran. Jeep in front of me, nerve gas pressure. Look at unsuspecting pedestrians and wondered whether any ex-wife does not cross the jeep now. Probably so I hesitate whether to go through these poor folks. Apparently there are still a tooth of one of them, because once the latter provides gas and flew still yellow as obgazyava sweetest folks.
And I sing: "I can see how you are beautifull," and gently press your gas pedal.
Alpha Drive, 156, 2.0 - powerful enough to poke one with the jeep in front of me. Hell of a jeep, I think - if you hit it somewhere, sha become minced meat - urban SUV with plastic sheets as .... Reach 50 km / h and immediately fell to - for the next stoplight. Behind me something this fuss. Look at my rear view mirror and see it that makes someone over the phone. A is only 8.30 in the morning ... and this is without hands-free. Peasant - think his mind and immediately apologize to all my friends who are now or ever has been lived in the village. None of them I heard the horn to push madly, trying to go through the frightened pedestrians, or even show my middle finger when I'm ahead of the continuous double. And I'm still a lady. If you have not seen in my long hair, though "my buffers" and that the belt can not hide its clearly visible. "Peasants" - singing in a tone song
But what I care. Let this front to throttle. But he can not go back with a nervous ride. I will sing. If you become faulty in the morning the day - the day Hell, eh? I know my clients will annoy you with stupid pritentsii, I know that some colleagues will reach almost to the limit of my patience. I'm pretty aware that my husband will fret that I did not cook. But I don 'care.
If ultimately let fatigue, nerves and fear bezparichieto hold of me - what's the point to go to work - best to pull the bullet now - the ring - surrounded by dust and cars.
Hey now, at this moment, this halved hour alone in the car, I'll sing. We will not pay attention to me nervaka nor bore behind me. Will not even looking around at faces of people stops. I'll sing.
In spite of everything and everyone - will continue to sing - in the car, the shower, while cooking ... I will sing ...
And not because I think I can sing. And not because I am happy now.
I will continue to sing because I'm scared like hell not to become one of those I see every morning outside.
In fact, traveling in Sofia jam. Morning. Roundabout.
Some nerve pressure horn of his car. I look around. Not for me or at least does not seem to me or my singing. One little group of pedestrians on zebra ran. Jeep in front of me, nerve gas pressure. Look at unsuspecting pedestrians and wondered whether any ex-wife does not cross the jeep now. Probably so I hesitate whether to go through these poor folks. Apparently there are still a tooth of one of them, because once the latter provides gas and flew still yellow as obgazyava sweetest folks.
And I sing: "I can see how you are beautifull," and gently press your gas pedal.
Alpha Drive, 156, 2.0 - powerful enough to poke one with the jeep in front of me. Hell of a jeep, I think - if you hit it somewhere, sha become minced meat - urban SUV with plastic sheets as .... Reach 50 km / h and immediately fell to - for the next stoplight. Behind me something this fuss. Look at my rear view mirror and see it that makes someone over the phone. A is only 8.30 in the morning ... and this is without hands-free. Peasant - think his mind and immediately apologize to all my friends who are now or ever has been lived in the village. None of them I heard the horn to push madly, trying to go through the frightened pedestrians, or even show my middle finger when I'm ahead of the continuous double. And I'm still a lady. If you have not seen in my long hair, though "my buffers" and that the belt can not hide its clearly visible. "Peasants" - singing in a tone song
But what I care. Let this front to throttle. But he can not go back with a nervous ride. I will sing. If you become faulty in the morning the day - the day Hell, eh? I know my clients will annoy you with stupid pritentsii, I know that some colleagues will reach almost to the limit of my patience. I'm pretty aware that my husband will fret that I did not cook. But I don 'care.
If ultimately let fatigue, nerves and fear bezparichieto hold of me - what's the point to go to work - best to pull the bullet now - the ring - surrounded by dust and cars.
Hey now, at this moment, this halved hour alone in the car, I'll sing. We will not pay attention to me nervaka nor bore behind me. Will not even looking around at faces of people stops. I'll sing.
In spite of everything and everyone - will continue to sing - in the car, the shower, while cooking ... I will sing ...
And not because I think I can sing. And not because I am happy now.
I will continue to sing because I'm scared like hell not to become one of those I see every morning outside.
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