and they recorded everything i said

What would you do if you lost 115 bucks one day while living under a bridge?  Heck, i freaked out when i accidentally sent a housemate off with $50 of the rent.  Within 20 minutes, the house was literally ready for a health department inspection,  and then i realized it might be safe and sound in someone else's wallet.  Did that dust on the piano really need to be removed in order to find the missing cash? yes.

So, not only did 2013 greet S.Vet and pet with a bit of stardom (her with the write up  on her by one of local papers), it also brought loss of this money - maybe 4 months worth of work.  tragic, as people on the streets often don't have insurance policies (nor do a lot of people living in houses).   She said she's off to tell the police. Hopefully, she'll be treated with the same respect as a tourist who files a report when they leave their chinchería on a train or in a taxi -  "phone the president! the French person has lost their 500 euro sunglasses!"  in any case, i'd flick off the world too, all the while hoping that an exchange like this repeats itself.  me:  "What did they write about you, S. Vet?" her:  "They recorded EVERYTHING i said!" amazing.

Speaking of presidents, a lot of people have been pissed since the presidential elections resulted in the re-election of S.Sargsyan. When leaving school and passing a set of police officers readying themselves for any escalation concerning the protesters on inauguration day in front of the national assembly of armenia, i heard one pleading earnestly with mother nature, "don't rain, don't rain."  You have to wonder whether he was making such a request for the protesters or himself.
i had a similar mantra, a bit more colorful, in my mind one evening during a 20 minute walk home from a friend's house on a busy street. unfortunately, i could not escape cat calls that came at me every 5 meters or so. the rain would've provided the scene of scattering screaming ex-bystanders. i forced myself to not throw evil disapproving glares - eyes straight, leslie. just get home.

my heart completely broke when i passed a guy who was dressed almost exactly as myself; boots, jeans, buttoned up shirt, and a blazer. the only difference was that my hair touched my shoulders. i wished for a second to be in his shoes instead of mine because apparently, my shoes (boots) were holding a sign reading, "all i want is negative attention from a**holes, please give it."  and it is a sad day when you wish to be something you're not