Hello from Kiev

So it is like this. When I quit with Dima (he say he quit with me, but he lied becuas it is he spill bear on girls breests and I sayed that’s it, you are big sheet, I am done with you). He say he is heartbroken and he sended me flowers but they was only plastic ones from combini and I am hard of stomach and I say no. A Sunday on Kreschatik, I show silver high heels in Prada, $800, I say “those very sexy, look good with my black dress in Maximym”, but he say “Yeah” and we leave store, man he is thick. Then he is calling me but I am blocking all calls.

Then  Zhenya, he say “can I listen to your trubles”, and of corse this means “can I have sexual intercorse now Dima is gone” and I know this but he take me to Barsky and he buy me much champagne, and it is French not from Krimea so I am silly girl and drink one maybe two bottles, and next morning I have had sexual intercorse in many interesting positons but no one has heard my trubles.

And now I am late with my periods, and Dima bastid is in West (he don’t say where, bastid, but I bet it is London or Paris or something rich, and he get fat) and Zhenya, he in Australia, probably making love to kangaroo ha ha. If someone reading this blog know where they are please pull out hair and send to me so I can find out who is father and make him pay for baby. It is due in August, so waste of time Sveta getting new summer dress in tiny size, I will borrow tent from babushka.