Super hard to sleep last night because I was so convoluted with thoughts, I thought my head was going to burn a hole through the bottom of the mattress. Last night we went out to Sound Planet -- a rather posh nightclub that spun downtempo and house. Fuck, I miss masculine music. Well, last night I had my first encounter with ex pats and Ukranian women. The guys I met were all former Peace Corps volunteers. It's just amazing how those cats all rejected the standard inpath in life and chose their own adventure. People warned me that this trip would change my life, but I didn't think it'd happen this early. It's weird, teh admiration and envy I feel towards them. I was supposed to be one of them -- for two years I tried with the Peace Corps, their lives were supposed to be my life! But they said that the best experience was to live abroad, and I guess that's possilbe for me. I'm starting to realize that happiness is all relative and that I just might try to work something out, maybe get a job at a local paper or something; just probably not in Ukraine.
The women here are killer, but stone fucking cold. I hear it's hard to get them to open up and get to know them. God, you know what that's going to do to me? It's like there's a barrier, thicker than Stalin's mustache, keeping "them" from "me." Though compared to American women, they are way hotter -- creamy skin, dark hair, drab-colored layered clothes looking like presents I'd just want to unwrap, pouty lips, transparent eyes...oh lordy lordy. But then I do enjoy meaningful conversations and crazy characteristics that I can find in American women -- Heidi's spiciness, Meghan's acceptance, the polarizing W---- (gifted with natural beauty and supreme intelligence, but burdened with horrible fashion sense and a Midwestern IQof what's "cool"), Angela's wildness, Katie's mystery, etc.. Ukranian women, in their defense, do know beauty and feminity like a motherfucker. They wear heels just to walk a block to the grocery store and American women go out in sweats. For real, just because it says "juicy" or "pink" or whatever doesn't make you presentable (or any less of a slob). Whatever, maybe the feminization of men and aloofness of the women will blur the gender lines and we'll all give birth to hermaphrodites. But for real, American women (for the most part) are more well-balanced and down to earth. Asian women (for the all part), fuck them -- with their materialism, sheepish mindsets, and Caucasian aspirations! God though, I hope I don't get to know any of those closed, stoic Ukranian women -- what with their beauty and barrier; what a delightful challenge for me. What an opportunity for me to get fucked over! They're perfect for me. Ha! Fuck it, who needs conversation? That's what Jay, Roy, Chris and Go are for.
Either way, last night was fun and it was dope to walk around Kiev, at 3:00 AM, with a bunch of Americans that speak fluent Ukranian and Russian. Not too sure how I'd get along without them but I'm confident my ghetto instinct will take over. I just have to listen to Dan, "Don't be the pink bunny."
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Me: I'm a little tipsy and I only had one vodka drink.
Jeff: It's the adrenaline.
No doubt. And the vodka is only like $3 a bottle. Since I've been eating shitty, I decided to go get some fresh produce and juices (pomegranate, vegetable, guava, etc.). Coincidentally, they all mix well with vodka.
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i asked joanna, and Ukranian woman HATE pink bunnies. so it's in your best interest romantically to listen to Dan.
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