self irony

I re-read my post every time if someone likes it

do I ask too much from this life?

my level of self-confidence

doctor: I'm very sorry, we gave you the wrong drug, you have 2 days to live. Me with my hyper-politeness: yes, it’s fine, no big deal, thank you

never give up, shame yourself to the end

b simple exercises that everyone can do: 1. get up from the couch; 2. returning home drunk; 3. stand in line silently; 4. check if the leg is in place; 5. close your ears so as not to hear voices; 6. come to terms with it.

I have a flexible schedule at work. I come at what time I want, but no later than 7:30 and leave at any time, but not earlier than 17:00

I have good handwriting, I have my own font

my handwriting depends on: my mood, the temperature in the office, the height of the table, lighting, attitude towards the teacher, the weight of the pen, the quality of the notebook paper. but not from me, no.

when you accidentally touched your soul