The "What Are You Doing This Moment" Thread

Wikihowing how to cook bacon properly.

Our bulgarian flat mate turned out to be pretty cool, and luckily wasn't too weirded out by the wall. Which now features pimp dolls, cock socks, mocking of gays and people in wheelchairs, too many innuendos to list, and a woman with "Smells like fish, looks like chicken" around her vag.
And trying to irish up tea using jager isn't a good idea. It tasted like hot chocolate, but there was just something substationally wrong with it's existance.
 
Drinking coffee.


Waking up does suck and so does working and all my jobs have been pysically exhausting. I'm suppose to get a job and dread it. fuck life
 
I thought everyone have masturbated in class.
But then again i'm from a country where everyone shower together in big Auschwitz showers without booths after gym class.
 
I've actually written a poem called "Sex in the Chapel" but it's in Czech. The translation is propably shit.

Sex in the Chapel
without quilt, without pillow
terrified looks of the holy ones
cracking gloryoles

This little room
without people
because where people don't see
even god doesn't