Another Friday Night in MetroArea

Tonight is very special. Ismail is being so gentle and kindly. He is leaving couch for many hours. He is buying me unexpectantly many small presents of Zima. It is nice that he is thinking of me. I am having nervous condition. And Ismail was pharmacist in Albania, but after coming to America is no longer being pharmacist officially. But he is still being pharmacist. But not officially.

I am thinking it best if I am not thinking about this.

Oh! My Zima is almost empty. Perhaps another? It is Friday, as you are knowing. Time for all party gals to let their hairs down and "shake it".

I would like to "shake it", but Ismail is so being jealous. He is so being afraid that I am "shaking it" for the other hot stuffs. Ismail is not hot stuff.

Now I am thinking that rolled tacos might be nice. It has been many days since I have been seeing rolled tacos without screaming. Maybe tonight I will not be screaming about face in tacos. Maybe. I am being wistful but determined.

I am waiting in my flat, thinking Ismail may return at any moment, when I see on E! a most cruel mockery of Miss Lindsay Lohan. It is seeming that many are skeptical of teacup story. Of how Miss Lindsay Lohan fell down stairs, wet from bath, with lotion applied most soothingly over wetness. And was impaled on teacup shard, while tumbling down staircase, with wetness and lotion.

I am not being skeptical of teacup story, for similar event is happening to me, Miss Bulgaria.

One day I am stepping out of bathing tub. I am being covered with soothing lotion, because I am applying such lotion in bathing tub. Yes! Is custom in Varna to be applying lotion while still being in bathing tub.

It is being tradition.

By strange chance I am holding Zima. Well, in truthfulness is not Zima. We are not having Zima in Bulgaria. It was perhaps BulgLight Beer. Yes, it is most exactly BulgLight. I am remembering now, because it is being "less filling". And yet is still having great taste. I am remembering being puzzled by seeming paradox of BulgLight being less filling and yet still having great taste. In fact, it was being because of my trying to settle seeming conflict in my mind that I am not paying attention, and am suddenly finding myself at bottom of stairs.

BulgLight is shattered, elbow is pierced. Eerie similarity, no?

Are you seeing? It is not being odd to be falling downstairs with lotion, wetness, and beverage of choice.

Miss Lindsay Lohan is falling down stairs and is being pierced by teacup shard. It is being all too familiar to me.

Oh! My Zima is empty! Ismail?! Ismail?!