Today was better, as expected. The aunt-and-uncle-in-laws dropped in unexpectedly, bearing cake and pastries from the Russian bakery and an enormous bag of lemons from their backyard. I made some tea to warm us up and they lingered and we talked a bit. My apparently flawless pronunciation of Russian took aunt-in-law's breath away. I reminded her that I've been surrounded by Russians since I was 19. (18 if Slovak counts.) Plus, there is the fact that I'm not stupid. What I mean to say is, I was flattered by her compliment.
Later this evening after returning from the store I noticed some new items left on the community table. (Tenants regularly leave random reusable junk on the community table so that other tenants can take it, rather than throw stuff away.) You wouldn't believe the things my over-privileged neighbors get rid of. Today it was Versace perfume. I mean seriously, what. the. fuck. I won't wear it, but I like the bottle, so I took it. I will add it to my vast collection of second-hand over-privileged merchandise which I've amassed since I moved to this neighborhood. Lamps, vases, bins, baskets, soaps, dishes, furniture... all seemingly brand new and clearly expensive. I don't understand their wastefulness, but their impeccable taste winds up in my apartment, so I can't complain. Maybe I'll use the Versace perfume to clean the toilet. Oh what a rebel am I.
2:42 a.m. - 2008-02-03