How Long Can An Anorexic Survive

Akkardion (sic!) from avvadonn (LJ)

- Girl, what are you doing tonight?
- Teeks, let me think .. And the evening - it is with how many?
- Nuu. Say, from seven in the evening.
- Evening finds me in public transport. There I will stand by and hostile to look at fellow passengers. Not because I'm a misanthrope, but because I was tired after work, and they are all here and the crowd pushed and no bastard place is not far behind. Then should I take home, sit there for 10 minutes and run away to the kitchen cook dinner. Eat dinner in silence, ignoring the television. Then I will not be distracted from the TV. And there, among other things, garbage show, but I read nothing.
A book should be bought, but once that's all somehow.
Because'll look at the TV. Then I decide that I wash the dishes lazy and will throw it in the sink until morning. Say, wash my morning. Hoax! Sovrem itself. I do not wash it in the morning. Because I wake up late, and too lazy to be. Vooot. Then take a shower, get into bed and going for long toss and turn in place, think about how bad live as one, scolding herself neighbors who are noisy and interfere with sleep. Then go to sleep. That's basically all I'm doing tonight.
- Haaaa! And I'm here tonight going to dinner first at one decent place, where well-prepared. I was invited there friends. They are, incidentally, paying, which is very nice. Then we go to a club where comfortable couches, well, you've probably heard of him - he is now the most fashionable in town. There we sit on the couch, listening to jazz and drink wine. Then, maybe go away to play billiards. Then, probably eroded at home. At home I take a shower and go to bed.
- One?
- Why one else? I'm a girl its live. Love her madly. It simply can not go with us today.
- Taaks. She can not go with you, and you invite me? And you say you love her?
- You something confusing. Anywhere I will not invite you.
- How to .. a restaurant, jazz, billiards?
- I'm going to go there. I! You with? You're going home. TV watching. We just told you each other about the plans for the evening. Just talk. It is true that great?
- What do you rascal! Just a scoundrel!
- What are you inadequate! Goodbye!
evening he was family pants in the kitchen munching pasta, distracted occasionally on television. I remembered how cool it poprikalyvatsya over an unknown girl and thought about what life one - somehow safer.
And it is at its best dress sipping wine in a trendy club, listening to jazz and whispered:
- Well, where that scoundrel? I want to look at his face, but it is not. Double bastard!
This evening ruined!
;)