January 29th

So, I've noticed a lot of Americans keeping their thoughts written down in these 'Journals', and I figured I would give it a try. I've never owned a Diary, or what we call in my country "Dnevnik". To me, it seems rather stupid to write down your thoughts and secrets, I mean really, what if someone steals it? Then you're fucked right? I'll just have to hide mine somewhere no one will find it I guess.

Anyways, So yesterday I was just wandering around down by the politsiya (police)Station, and I guess I stopped to check a text on my cell. There was this guy who was loitering around the front of the station, sitting on the stair railing. I happened to look up, feeling a pair of eyes on me, I'm naturally rather paranoid, and I feel as if I'm being watched sometimes. Anyways, So I look at this guy, and I can see his eyes begin to wander, I think to myself "Man, another horny American pig who cant keep his eyes somewhere other than my tits or my ass." It seems like ever since I came to this city, I've had nothing but men trying to get into my pants. I guess it is like this everywhere in the world though, even in Russia. So, I say to this man "Do you want a fucking autograph, or are you just going to sit there and stare at me all fucking day?" It ended up being a failed attempt though, as I soon discovered he was a fucking smart ass. He had a funny accent though, nothing I have ever heard before. He kept trying to talk to me and get information out of me, I didn't really want to tell him anything cause he was probably a cop. But Mike, as he called himself, was starting to irritate me so I gave in and told him my name and where I come from. He seemed to really enjoy using psychology on me to get what he wanted, fucker. To be honest though, now that I think of it, he wasn't that bad looking. He offered to take me out for a drink, which I obviously accepted, free drinks? vodka? I'm there! I'll see how it goes, and if it's a completely terrible... well I don't really want to call it a 'Date' but I'm not sure what else to call it, but if its boring, or just terrible in general, at least I can get completely wasted and not really care. I love you, Smirnoff!