Absolutely nothing. Not even a pretty damn successful reading of your second play is more beautiful than Kiev in May.
We’re not terrorized. No. Really. I’ll need a drink later tonight – I would have gone through Lubyanka this morning if I had woken up on time (I need a set of keys made – and due to the complicated lock construction, I would have had to travel north, and always take the Sokolnicheskaya lineContinue reading “Me on today’s explosions in the Moscow Metro”
The title of this post is inspired by Lindsay Lohan’s latest fucking debacle brilliant PR move. One that I can freely laugh at. Crotch-shots of a drunk girl are always creepy, but this bullshit? Girl, you done brought it on yourself. Some time ago, someone I consider a good friend told me that he’s gladContinue reading “Damn, Africa. What happened?”
Ke$ha suits me right now: blond hair, dark roots, ready to pass out in a bathtub, etc. Politics, what politics? Election? What election? Do not speak to me of such things. OK, fine, whatever, I did publish my take on Yanukovych’s win today. And taped some commentary for GRITtv (and looked fug while doing it,Continue reading “Monday Music: brush your teeth with a bottle of Jack before going outside in Kyiv”
Also, my favourite modern playwright called me a playwright in my own right this week. I don’t think my life is complete or anything – it certainly feels changed, though.