Since there are a bazillion new people on the LJ thanks to LJ idol, it's question time. Ask whatever you want, as lots of the crap I rant about can be hard to catch context on.
Unfortunately, this story is less funny in text than outloud.
I used to teachEnglish conversation to random people I met on Craiglist -- mostly this korean guy who wanted me to help him write love letters to his Brazillian girlfriend and this Russian woman whose "boyfriend" said she didn't speak any English at all, but spoke quuite decent English when he wasn't around. She was careful not to let him know her own resources basically. He was rich and dressed her in rich things, and she was young, 21, MAYBE, and had a younger sister back in Russia who also wanted to come to America with a boyfriend but her sister would tell her know, she must stay in school. She had a very thick accent and we would meet in the B&N at Licoln Center and drink offee while she woudl tell me about the time she saw a baby get its hand cut off in an escalator and how the blood got all over the mother's white coat. She and the "boyfriend" went back to Russia al teh time to go to big parties in shopping centers that lasted all ngith and involved a lot of drugs. She would rant to me about how Americans were fat and ugly and one day she told me she wanted a dog.
"What type of dog?" I asked.
"I show," she said, and looked for a book, and pointed.
"Oh, a pug!"
"Yes, pooooog!" she said, "but Max no like. He say, pooooog not doguh, poog, goblin!"
That's the best I can render her accent for the tale.
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Date: 2007-11-10 06:44 pm (UTC)I used to teachEnglish conversation to random people I met on Craiglist -- mostly this korean guy who wanted me to help him write love letters to his Brazillian girlfriend and this Russian woman whose "boyfriend" said she didn't speak any English at all, but spoke quuite decent English when he wasn't around. She was careful not to let him know her own resources basically. He was rich and dressed her in rich things, and she was young, 21, MAYBE, and had a younger sister back in Russia who also wanted to come to America with a boyfriend but her sister would tell her know, she must stay in school. She had a very thick accent and we would meet in the B&N at Licoln Center and drink offee while she woudl tell me about the time she saw a baby get its hand cut off in an escalator and how the blood got all over the mother's white coat. She and the "boyfriend" went back to Russia al teh time to go to big parties in shopping centers that lasted all ngith and involved a lot of drugs. She would rant to me about how Americans were fat and ugly and one day she told me she wanted a dog.
"What type of dog?" I asked.
"I show," she said, and looked for a book, and pointed.
"Oh, a pug!"
"Yes, pooooog!" she said, "but Max no like. He say, pooooog not doguh, poog, goblin!"
That's the best I can render her accent for the tale.
And then one day, she just sort of dissapeared.