There are some days where it seems like you run out of internet by about 10am, and you have another 10 hours ahead to get through… somehow. And then there are other days when you have literally no time to take a bathroom break, despite having drunk two cups of coffee AND two cups of tea, plus another few cups of water. (Those are the days when you sort of understand the point of chamberpots, from back in the day… Jus’ sayin’.)
The latter situation has been my lot for pretty much all of the last three days, so suffice to say, poasting has taken a marked downturn as a result. Well, so be it – something has to give, after all.
That being said, it IS Friday, and I AM looking forward to a nice long day of doing absolutely nothing tomorrow (other than playing my beloved HALO, of course – which by the way finally seems to work properly even on less capable hardware with Linux, thanks to Steam and the Proton compatibility layer).
And of course, since it is Friday, we must get on to the lovely lady of the week.
This here is Kristina Grigoriyeva (Кристина Грирорьева), age unknown but probably in her late twenties, from Sevastopol’, which much of the world would have you believe is part of Ukraine, but is in fact VERY much a part of RUSSIA, and always was since the time of Catherine the Great. (Who was originally a German Lutheran, but converted to Orthodoxy. And Sevastopol’ was founded by a Scot – named Mackenzie, you cannot get much more Scottish than that – who commanded the squadron that helped capture the peninsula from the Crimean Tatars. The history is rather fascinating in that part of the world.)
She is a fitness trainer in Crimea, who seems to spend a lot of her time doing modelling shoots in various cities of the peninsula. I must say, it is a destination VERY much on my bucket list. Everything I have heard about Crimea, indicates it is a place of great beauty, art, and architecture. And the eye-candy is highly impressive too.
Oh, and she is married (good) but tattooed (VERY BAD).
Happy Friday, all.








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