In short, Russian diminutives are confusing.
Hell, slavic suffixes in general are. I learned more grammar picking up czech than I did in German of French. Or, um, english. Until czech, I always though names (excepting nicknames) were immutable. Nope! Depending on the part of speech, I was Sarou, Sare, Sa(funky zhe like pleasure)e, etc. Which is why my prague roomate calls me Sarge sometimes. I still don't know why they called me Stella.
Notes to self: standard ipod earphones don't fit my ears. Too big, they fall out. Crap, considering I was given 3 sets, one which got destroyed. Also? Dance in the dark. Your neighbors don't need to see that.
I think Sarge's neighbors need to take videotape.
Tonight's annoyance was brought to me by The Guy Who Took Forever At The ATM In Front of Me.
Five fucking minutes. I couldn't see his face, but his body posture expressed the pure befuddlement of a bear reviewing his algebra homework.
What I didn't say: "What the fuck? Does that ATM have a cock sucking attachment? C'mon!"
I have the same problem with earbuds. I got myself some more fitted ones, in ear phones, maybe? They come with three interchangeable cup thingies of different sizes. It's better, but the smalls are still a little too big.
All I know about Russian diminutives is that my dad calls me Tamitchka and called his mom Mamanya.
Do you need to talk to Mr. Civility?
Do you need to talk to Mr. Civility?
Hey, Mr. Civility would've definitely made the cock sucking attachment joke.
I was very restrained.
Mr. Civility is far too sanctimonious to use such language. Which is why I get pissy at him. I mean, c'mon!
Huh. I should go to bed now.
If I'm going to be paying $2 per ounce for a drink, I'd like it to taste like something. I can get flavorless water for free.
Juliana introduced me to 3 Olive Cherry Vodka, for lo she is evil.
which, to take the credit, I introduced her to.
which, to take the credit, I introduced her to.
Watch me be so not shocked by this tidbit.
t so not shocked
