>i was sitting on my bed, looking at her could hardly make out her face expression there was almost no light in the room only from my desk lamp and laptop
she buttoned up her long black coat fixed her hair behind her ears touched her cheeks with back of her hands they were still warm
it was time to go and while she was fiddling with the buttons and trying to calm down all i could think about was getting one more kiss one more touch of her lips on mine once more my tongue would slid across hers one more time id feel her breasts on my body
>se ena pesem iz zakladnic radia sputnik iz leipziga.
resno, ce znate nemsko, dajte si utjunat tale radio, ker vam ne bo zal. vrtijo vsega boga, na cajte sicer malo prevec house glasbe, ampak okej, so le nemci. tu se jim ne da pomagat.
vedno veckrat pa se na njihovih valovih (mp3 stream) najdejo tudi zakladi drugih stilov glasbe, kot je npr tale sam sparro. njegov debut singl “black & gold” je mashup elektronskega popa in soul melodije, in je totalni ohrwurm! (ceprav, mogoce pa bi mogo nekomu drugmu rect za naslednji video. tale s0x.)
cus if youre not really here i dont wanna be either
>glede na to kaksne so nase temperature, se zadnje dneve odlocam bolj za belo kavo kot steklenico laskega. (ceprav sem vceraj v horse’s pubu spila oboje v eni uri. izgleda smo zmedli natakarco.)
ce se mene vprasa (in glede na to, da ste na mojem blogu, potem so vam moje besede svete, ne? …. *crickets*) je bela kava sissy verzija kofeja z mlekom. nekje ti se ono penasto mleko dajo. zakaj ze? ker je bolj fancy? al pa ce ne bi? hvala. ce se gre v kafic na kofein, potem naj se naroci expresso. s tem, ko narocimo belo kavo, priznamo natakarci, da smo sissyji. in nekaterim natakarcam jst to raj ne bi priznala.
dolgo kavo! brez! zajle!
bela kava je kul, ker te pogreje na noter. to sicer naredi tudi viski, ampak viski ti ne pogreje istocasno se rok. belo kavo se namrec dandanes najveckrat servira v visokih salcah. (kar je kul tudi zato, ker smo nekateri solidarni in sedemo za mizo zunaj. na mrzlem. s pusaci.) le-te so ravno dovolj visoke, da jih objamem z obema rokama in potem imam samo se en problem: kaj naj si zlijem po nogah, da me bo nehalo zebst se v prste na nogah?! edini mali minus je, da se ob beli kavi skor napol pricakuje se kak keks zraven. nekateri kafici dajo, drugi ne. in ko na robu kroznika ne vidimo onga malega kukija smo potem, eni bolj kot drugi, razocarani. ce ne bi bila prelena bi se v vsakem kaficu zagrebla za knjigo pritozb in pripomb.
>vceraj smo se s Sparkico in Gandalfarjem spravli v kino, gledat zadn film madonninga bivsga “RocknRolla“. (in ne, niti Sparkica niti Gandalfar nimata nobenga druzga imena, to pise na njunih rojstnih listih. aja, in celo noc smo se prek twitterja menli. why you ask?!)
film je, z eno besedo, fenomenaln. pet zvezdic. za pogledat. pokazejo nam to, kar je bilo ze prej jasno preko slovenske lezbicne scene: da smo vsi povezani. tako ali drugace. za to nam niso bli potrebni niti imdb spoilerji.
When a Russian mobster orchestrates a crooked land deal, millions of dollars are up for grabs, and all of London’s criminal underworld wants in on the action. Everyone from a dangerous crime lord to a sexy accountant, a corrupt politician and down-on-their-luck petty thieves conspire, collude and collide with one another in an effort to get rich quick. Gerard Butler (“300,” “Nim’s Island”) stars as One Two, a street-smart mobster who has learned to play both sides of the fence. Tom Wilkinson (Oscar-nominated for “In the Bedroom” and “Michael Clayton”) stars as the lethal head mobster, Lenny Cole, part of London’s old mob regime, which is quickly losing ground to the wealthier foreign mob. Thandie Newton (“Run Fatboy Run,” “The Pursuit of Happyness”) stars as One Two’s love interest, Stella, a smart and sexy accountant with ties to the underworld. Idris Elba (“28 Weeks Later,” TV’s “The Wire”) stars as Mumbles, who is One Two’s partner. Chris “Ludacris” Bridges (“Crash,” “Fred Claus”) stars as Roman, an American trying to break into the music scene in London.
kaj mi je ostalo v glavi od filma? (na veselje Sparkice so se streljal samo na koncu, pa se to cisto malo. drugace so rakovice obozevana metoda mucenja v londonu. who knew.) rusi izgleda ne umrejo niti ce jih parkrat ustrelis, z avtom povozis in z debelim kolom okol butice speces. mislim, da je strah zelo upravicena emocija. they be zombies!
>prejle sem se spravla v bliznji merkator po flaso martinija. in spet, tako kot cisto vsakic prej!, sem pozabla kupit toaletni papir.
ne. caki.
hotla sem povedat tole: spet, tako kot cisto vsakic prej!, mi je tista blagajnicarka dala drobiz zraven roke. ZRAVEN! vcasih se res zgodi. pac, folk zlaga stvari v tiste male vreckice in bi se zavleklo, ce bi zaj pa se vrsto drzale, ker bi cakale na nase proste roke. to se vse razume. da pa to zena naredi kljub temu, da sem ji roko porinla skor pod nos (in ne pretiravam, ko tole napisem!), to je pa ze ornk zajebancija. pa kaj mam res tak malo roko, da je ne vidi?! se extra blizje sem jo dala, tolko da vidim, ce se mi samo zdi, al je zena res cudna.
>fejsbuk opis dogodka: (in prosim, da ga spostujete, ker ne boste nikol vedel kolko truda je blo potrebno, da se je tale stavek skupaj spravil!) “Ta petek vodstvo prevzema ritem s klubskimi r’n’b uspešnicami stoletja. Pripravite se na miganje z boki!”
Some people might call it denial, I prefer common sense. Just keep blocking those shameful memories…
If there isn’t hard evidence… photos/videos, police reports, tattoos… it didn’t happen!
It also doesn’t matter who tells you of your alleged behaviour of the night before… mother, best friend, priest… if you can’t remember then they are just cruel people who are lying to you, no matter what’s said/done/proven in court, if there are no coherent memories of it then it didn’t happen.
Unless i’m there to witness the events. everything i say is gospel and should be believed despite whatever memories you have left.
>i open the bathroom door, startling you i walk towards you, motioning to you to be quiet your flatmate is in the other room drops of water are still sliding down your body i follow one as it leaves your neck, between your breasts over your stomach and curving your belly button
youre staring at me in disbelief im stepping over all your boundaries still, you seem to be playing along you let your towel drop and sit on the edge of bathtub your legs split open this is not like you, but im enjoying it
reaching out your hand you pull me closer our kisses are rushed, to hell with romance im caught off guard when you push me down i kneel in front of you i see lust in your eyes dont know of anyone else who can make me wet this fast
your legs are on my shoulders, my hands on your back tongue playing with your clit, your hips thrusting at me your breathing is uneven, getting more shallow youre starting to move your hips in that way moaning, telling me how good it feels god, it so does!
one last time you pull my hair inhale deeply, hold it and
