Sex

I need it like fucking air.

The Perfect Natalia is not going to walk for a week when I'm finished with her.

Also still unemployed. But I'll get there. Because I'm fucking awesome. I got a fucking Merit from the butchery called The University of Warwick.

Also I'm a bit drunk.

Whatever company decides to hire my ass - HERE I COME.

Come, ehehehehe.

My blog sucks but deal with it. Like people have to deal with my ungodly gif reaction skills and all that sarcasm.

Life is good, I tell ya.

And now, the weather

Apparently I was an awesome student the whole year, despite my paranoid thoughts I sucked most of the time. I might have been one of the best, what suggest being picked for the The Most Promising Market Researcher group, that got an offer for a job in London. Hell, how did this happen? In this golden six there are five native Brits and me - the bundle of stress, nerves and over-sized ambitions.

Well, it's good to see I wasn't that bad this year. Also the farewell parties showed that I was, in fact, the source of energy for the whole course, at least 6 people were desperate to have sex with me and I was generally awesome. It's hard to say if everything I heard was the truth, because we had lots of wine and Jack Daniels during those conversations. I heard unspeakable things. And, with the help of God Almighty, I hope no one recorded the things that were said. Because that's a blackmail material right there.

Autumn came and this is depressing. I also spent the last three days doing nothing and feeling awesome about it. But it is high time for me to write this cover letter to London and pray they give me a well-payed job. And then I can focus on my Very Epic Renaissance English Court Story. Mostly because I want to write about my grumpy king, his very much intense sex life, amazing brother and later on, ever more amazing love story because deep inside I'm a sucker for love stories.

Yes, I confess. I'm a woman and I love romance. Deal with it.