Das Tier
I love drinking; it's not for the taste (the juice of Aligote is great though) but for the feeling of peace. And while I'm aware of all the problems in my life, the pressure is gone from my heart and mind. The thoughts flow freely and there is no need for me to switch my mind to Englsih in purpose; it happens naturally. Probably because it had been the happiest state ever - being drunk and speaking/thinking English, talking to my friend and writing that sweet nonsense called slash stories. It had been the outburst of imagination, the greatest fun, the shelter of mind 'cause I would not have survived otherwise during those times. And though there are no more stories and my mind is empty as a beggar's purse, it just takes a glass of wine to flood my brain with the delicious drug and makes my being relaxed and happy.
Oh, here comes my cat mewling piteously, asking for his favourite Royal Canine crisps; he is kind of Canine addict. But I'm not a soft-hearted mistress to be wrapped around his little fingers, oh no. Oh, damn yes, I love him so much.