Ok, I have to say it for the sake of the people who have eyesight and natural sense of proportional “beauty”. Please men, young men, any men with certain urge, hear up. If you dont have a full size mirror, that is for you. If you have no brave and honest partner, that is for you. No matter what you think, no matter what you feel, no matter if you are sporty or fluffy, no matter if you think you have straight legs or Y or X legs, doesnt matter. Any of it doesnt matter at all. Just please, for everyones sake, dont wear them tight pants. Spare us the horrid sight of curly manlegs that look like peasticks under a Santa Claus giftsack! Please. I am sure you are not all blind. I am sure you are not evil looking for someones heartattack after spotting you trotting along in those…. looking like Minions Boss.

Success and pregnancy are pretty much the same: everyone congratulates you but nobody knows how much you have been fucked to get there. Yeeah, thats about sums it up indeed! I look all glam and pretty, but thats a facade most people dont see behind to. I am generally happy person. And I am happy without any forbiden or half-forbiden supplements. Beer and wine excluded. I have been beer-free for a month now. First reason is: its fucking cold now here. And I love beer in a hot summerday, or also as a drink for dinner. I have ofcourse certain foods that the beer suits more, in my opinion that is, and I havent been cooking those meals lately. But wine has taken a newcoming, if thats how we speak in English ;). I have found a nice cava and that feels about right, light and airy. And I have many small victories to celebrate so I do. Thats in order to not go crazy. To keep one sane. So whats going on behind the closed doors? Nothing much. School, courses, knitting, fighting for resqued cats health, building website, cooking for cafeteria, keeping mind occupied with this blog. Thinking of Xmas – how to do, what to do…. Time flies, and when you are alone you have to start early to get all done. Nobody there to cooperate and thats sometimes wears me out, no matter how happy and full of celebratory bubbly I am.

Lighting a candle for the passed. In some parts of the world its time of the ghosts, passed, closed ones that visit us in our dreams, and stand by our shoulder watching over. I light a candle for the kids in Ukraine. The kids who are not anymore. Who were ripped into pieces on playground. Who were ripped into halves while leaving their homes with just a small packpack. I light a candle for Irpin, Butcha and Azovstal. 

And I wonder where are the eagle-eyed assasins who took down bin Laden? Sleeping? Dont know the address? What exactly are you waiting for?

In Memory of Tetjana, and her kids Mykyta, 18, and Alisa, 9. They were the victims of mortar fire in Irpin, 6 March 2022. The day when “safe corridor” for civillians was agreed with Russia. Thats russians understanding of safe corridor. Fucking tarakans.

Love and hate. Just a millimetre apart.

Ignorance. 

Wake up from your ignorance, world! 

Time to clean home from roaches!