Strong Poison by Dorothy L. Sayers

It's sweet book. I mean it. Really. Peter, Harriet, I love you both so much! I'm waiting for your wedding, my kittens!)))
Ok, let's run away from this CUTE stuff and let's write something with common sense inside. This book is good. No doubts. I like twenties and thirties of 20th century. Fashion, dresses, jazz. Style. In style. I can make more wordy description, but I wanna go to bed and sleep, that's why I say only "I'm in love". In love with this beautiful epoch and in love with this beautiful book full of humour, funny phrases, interesting individuals and hilarious folk. Go with it. Meantime I go to bed.

My job: random thoughts

I'm office girl. Just office girl. Office girl who do all stupid paperwork. Freaking amazing. People around me sometimes are kinda creepy. Howls, angry comments and more worse things are annoying parts of my everyday routine. I'm working, ok? Making money. But it's SO stupid. Absolutely stupid. Damn it.

Today I had little conversation with our CEO. (Actually there're two CEOs in our enterprise, but I never had talk with other man.) He questioned me about my knowledge of english and so on.  I answered: "Medium". May be it was a My Big Opportunity, but I fucked it up. As I always do. I'm a dunce. I'm thinking about TOEFL. I had been thought about TOEFL for a long time. It's true. But there's big difference between 'thinking' and "making". When my dreams come true...

tbc