Cyntia eats shit

But what's the concept of 'shit' anyway?
I've been swimming in shit for a while now, but not literally. Have I been eating non-literal shit? I guess man...
We went to Kitsch on Monday. The word that best sums it up is: shit...
But, hey, non literal...
In the middle of my third pint at Kolory, as usual. Holiday's over, I'm sitting next to the garden, but it's kinda chilli and the fucking bitch bartender asked if it was ok to leave the door open.
"Hey, I don't know, it's kinda chilly but whatever"
She left it open. Fucking bitch.
EW arrives tonight, I got a message from her and she would be at the house around 8pm. It's 6:15pm right now and I don't feel like going home.

Just closed the door right now. Fuck 'em all.
I feel like having another pint (what a shock), but I still need to go to the market because there's no food back in the house. There's only some stuff left from the Easter breakfast, which is - shocking again! - HAM. We ate the pickled eggs already.
Or maybe I shouldn't eat anything at all, kinda have to lose weight. But I haven't eaten the whole fucking day, only draining the fucking beer. I feel good right now. Drinking on an empty stomach makes you enjoy the shit even better. The problem is the bathroom every 15 minutes...

I've seen every kind of people coming and going here. They have like a projet of a capuccino or latte, thinking that they just had a whale of a coffee, get their things and go. What are they thinking? Coming to a bar for a fucking latte and go? In the middle of the afternoon? Why don't you just order that fucking pint and get real? Couples sitting together and saying 'na prawde?' all the time. If it's a first date it is ok to make a good impression, but they're not on their first date, though they act like they are. Fucking wierdoes, man...
I'm ordering another one. Fuck EW.
There's pie back in the house. A little sugary thing. And I think there's one Tatra left from Monday. Maybe I should buy some more on my way home. And Viceroy.
"Tell my mom I'm doing fine, doing fine, doing fine....
Skin and bones, skin and bones, skin and bones don't you know...
I'm just skin and bones..."

I hate to change 50s. It seems that I have a lot but it's all an illusion, man... But I have no coins left here so I might as well do it. What a dilemma... Tatras back in the house or one more pint? I don't get to go online there... And here my zlotych are continually thrown down the drain as piss. But what the hell, man? Let's do it!

Well, some interesting guys sitting at the bar, but why should I bother? I'm already on my forth pint and it's fucking 6:30pm, I don't think I can articulate at this point, even though I don't look like I've been drinking, so I think. Junior went to work, he'll be back at 11pm.
"It's your cold day in the sun
Looks like your bleeding heart has already won"
There's a dog next to the counter. There's always a dog haging around here. The interesting thing is that dogs get to travel and enter countries with no problem. Just a couple of shots maybe and bam! they're out there, man! Barking and shitting the streets up with noooo problem.... AND they get to have VIP treatment, at least in Europe. As for Brazilians it isn't that easy... We get the dog's treatment.

Service here is not so good. The table before me has been dirty for 20 minutes. Back in Silvios it wouldn't be like that. Even though I'm a regular only Pawel gives us a discount, fucking bastards.
The guy with a broom yells at somebody. A bit of a problem in the other room. Fuck it, it's not my problem. A family just went to the garden and left the door ajar. Fuckers. I think they're deciding on the extensive menu of liquor, two little fucking shitty 12-year-old bastards with a foot ball are talking so loud that I can hear them with my iPod on. Fucking kids, just go the hell. This is a fucking bar, the parents should be locked up. If you don't have a babysitter just get hammered at home and stop bothering the regulars.

6:55pm. Clock is ticking and EW would be at home in one hour and a half.
There's still some sunlight outside. But not enough for sunglasses. I hate walking the streets at this time, especially if I've had a few ones. I know I'll zigzag my way home, thank God it's close, about 7 minute's walk. I feel like going to the bathroom, number 2. Damn! I knew it! I have to go the market anyway for toilet paper. I've been rationing it for the last two days, as the shops were closed and the off-licenses charge you a fucking 5 zl for four rolls. Bastards. But I'll go for number 1 anyway here.
I'm lighting it up as there would be no tomorrow, man... One pack of Viceroy down, and it's only 7:10pm.
"I'm just skin and bones..."

I've kinda been disconnected and connected again. I guess it's time to go. 7:37pm, even though I would pour myself a couple of pints if I could.... Damn, we've gotta have another key set pronto. I don't think I'll come back later, it's kind of a drag. But being at home with EW it much more of a drag. I don't know, gotta decide on it.
Oh well...
And Cyntia eats shit alright.