Beidzot izpeetiju kaa sheit kaut ko ierakstiit, ilgi gan pagaaja.
Sheit rakstiishu galvenokaart Angliski, jo sho vajadzees lasiit diezgan daudziem Latviski nerunaajoshiem cilveekiem.
Zso.

To: Martha Velven- Carter, Chalice Frette, Joey Frette, Christelle La Rou, Jamie Mallberry, Runa Reinonen, Cindi Elikseni, Emily Yulis, Yan Yulis, Kirsten Yulis Van Bliemael, Liene Vitols, Emma Van der Stuyft, Trey Bedrog, Imogen Bedrog, Britanny Frette, Jakob Glenwyn, Lara- Sasha Frette, Sola Sidrabsone.

Obviously, most of the people reading this know the reason for why this blog was created- Felix. It will mainly be on Felix, but forgive me if I go astray and begin to chat stuff about myself. I am not important here. As most, who know Felix, and who are reading this entry know, the inspiration for this was the side affects of Felix's medicine.

Situation #1.
Felix: Can I call some of my friends and wish them a merry Christmas? I mean, can I use your phone, because I don't know where mine is.
Me: Darling, you have no friends, you decided to have a break from everyone, remember? Masha ( a nurse ) took your phone, she said it was for the best, remember?
Felix: Oh right, no, I don't remember. I'll call my friends from the phone downstairs then, if you won't let me.

Situation #2.
Felix: I have to go now, Lara- Sasha will be waiting for me.
Me: Who?
Felix: Joey's niece. Yeah, anyway, she said she wanted me to go to the toy shop with her and all. She needs a new barbie, the dog chewed up the old one.
Me: The dog?
Felix: Yes. The dog. Carmen. The bulldog.
[ Later I found out the dog in question has been dead for about a year ]

Situation #3.
Felix: Can I tell you something?
Me: Sure, go on.
Felix: Promise not to tell my parents.
Me: Erm... Promise.
Felix: Marck made us sniff glue yesterday. My sister passed out for two hours and I didn't know what to do. We hid her in the old barn until she came around, meanwhile, when Mama asked us where Martha was, Marck lied for us and said we were just playing hide and seak.
[ As we all know, Felix has been an orphan for almost a year now. He hasn't spoken to Marck since Oscar's trial and he hasn't spoken to his sister for over two years ]

Other random similar situations have taken place since Felix has been on those pills, I'd rather have him like he was, thank you, than have him all drugged up, but noone listens to me. I am just Stefan. Yeah, Stefie, Stef, Steph, Stephie Baby. The guy from the attick. The guy who is just there. The guy who wouldn't make a blind bit of difference is he wasn't there. Sometimes I wish I wasn't here. Those times my own boyfriend doesn't know or recoknise me. Those times are rare, but they are still those times.
Otherwise we've been alright, save Felix's head banging, literally, on the night we arrived- 11th of December- just chucked all his stuff on the floor and banged his head against the wall a dozen times, yelling his head off about being an idiot. Everyone knows he is not an idiot, he has the highest IQ and EQ than anyone I know. Trust, I know a load of people. 50% through him, but there you have it.
I suppose I should introduce myself too, ( damn, here I go again- me, me, me )most reading this know I am Felix's lover, but that's about me.
Well, yeah, my full name's Stefan Rayne Nae.I'm originally from Ukraine, my parents are both Russian though. I moved to Jersey ( UK ), last year, before that I lived in Latvia. I speak eight languages. Yeah, I'm so clever, go Stef, go Stef. ( again, me, me, me ) Russian, Ukrainian, Finnish, English, French, German, Estonian and Spanish. I think. I get confused. A lot. Yeah, I like Westlife, a lot, especially Nicky, Shane's alright too, I like Blue, altough they all split up and I like The Darkness. I dislike prawns, they make me sick and I dislike jealous people. Doesn't everyone. Yeah, I also dislike Satanists, no offence, there are some pretty nice ones out there, but as a whole this community are annoying, self- centered and bitter. Yeah, I'm one of those dumb blondes, propper blonde, blue eyes, creamy, pale skin, 1m 70, my favourite colour is red, I wear a lot of red. I like Bjork. I got Felix into Bjork. He got me into The Darkness. Yeah. Enough about me. What about yourself? Deja vu. That's what people always say to me. That's what people always say to Felix. I guess, great minds think alike. He's cute. Sometimes he'll have this phased, dreamy look on his face, he'll look like he's about twelve years old, that's gorgous, angelic. Some couldn't tell. People are too blind to notice such things. Most are too wrapped up in their own problems. Like my ex-boyfriend Jon. God, did he do my head in after we split up. Yeah, we stayed friends for a while, like you do, but all he ever do when he spoke to me was complain that his love life was whack without me, that this dued had dumped him, or that he didn't have enough money. Alright, I am a good listener, but I am not a bloody pshychologist. Nor am I a bank.
Anyway, thanks for reading this, hope it has eased some people's pain, I hope you keep reading, and I also hope I have 100% of your sympathy and concern in this, all the way, we go. If needed call or text me, you've all got my number now ( damn, going to be skint in no time, again, me, me, me ), bye for now.
Stefan.
P.S. Those who speak Latvian, check out http://klab.lv/~miss_digory - her entries kick ass. Those who don't speak Latvian, check it out anyway.
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