Joe Le Taxi

My back hurts. Can't really sit or lay down properly.
It's because of the german homework I did. Typed 5 pages of total mumbo-jumbo.
My nails aren't thanking my german teacher.
They are blue by the way. This fierce electric blue. Tried a new nailcolour WW gave me.
It's cool.
Doesn't match with anything, but it's cool.

Eventhough I look dead, I have so much energy inside of me when I get to do something neat. Like drinking vodka. I can drink more than a bottle and feel as if I had been drinking water instead.
Maybe I am getting immune. I don't know. Maybe I should switch to some other alcoholic drink. Or maybe I should just switch off the lights and go to sleep.
Im tired of drinking and dancing. I don't drive yet so ...

The last time I drove with a taxi was weird.
I got the same driver I had like...2 weeks ago when I was visiting a friend. And then I had called a taxi from her place. And as it's my friends new apartment, she didnt know the address so well and instead of....let's say...New-Sun street...she said just Sun-street.
It wasnt like a major mistake because those streets are close to eachother. And she understood right away what had happened when the taxi didnt come. Anyway, I called them and apologized and they were very friendly and it was all nice. The taxi was infront of the building in like 3 minutes.
So I sat in...and it was a nice big car...and a not so nice big man. First he whined about the way I said my home address. He was russian and his estonian was really shit. Like really. But it didnt stop him. He practically shouted the whole time. I almost wished I was deaf. Actually I was, after stepping out.
He kept asking how to drive there, which streets to pick and so on. I said what direction I preferred and added that it's actually not a big difference.
Oh gawwwd...he didn't stop mumbling after that: "Everyone has to know how and where they want to go and ...you live there...you know better. Blablablabla"
I sat behind him, on the back seat, and I kept showing him my middle finger in the sweet thick darkness.
Then before we reached my home, he moved his massive body and looked back at me: "Tell me," he said with his annoying shitty accent and a super weird word-order, "Whyyyy...YOU told me the wrong address at the first place? Ah..? AH?"
I was like...okay...finally he got it out..here we go.
Actually I just sat there and said nothing. Usually I'm quite talkative. I'm not afraid of strangers and I like to chat. But this time I was completely silent and he handled the so called conversation pretty well. It consisted of making fun of me and making sure I understand how smart he is.
Ufff...
I was so freakin' happy when I got out and practically run inside the house and into the elevator. My middle finger was red because I had pushed it into his seat, against his big cocky back so many times.

Now...2 weeks later, I was going out with my cute blonde friend, and yehhuu....I sat into the car and it was the same fucking guy.
I wonder why he wanted to come to my place again...I live far from the city and obviously he thought I was stupid.

The first thing he said to me was: You were late.
I said: I called the taxi at 00:33, they said it will take 10 minutes. Now it is 00:45
My sweet friend added: Yeah, it's only 2 minutes.

The driver was probably gobsmacked. He didn't know what to say. He mumbled something and said something in the lines of: ehhheeee..ehe..eee
I broke his amazing verbal outbursts and said: Dont you listen to any music?
as it was completely silent in the car.
He said, in completely changed voice: Yes yes...of course. What would you like to listen to?
I said energyfm of course and he put it on.
Then he asked if we would like to listen to a cd he had. Me and my friend both said "NO" at the same time. We happen to love house. <3
But the driver made me interested because he said I wont probably know the band anyway.
I was like, okay bring it on (sucker).
He put it on and ....it was my second love after house ...METAL!
And like...really good metal. And I really didn't know the band.
Me and my friend said "Tanel Pader" to everything the driver asked. XD Because we were drunk and we wanted to annoy him. Plus he seemed to hate Padar and we didn't remember any other estonian singers.
I asked what was the name of the band and the driver said: Cosmics!
Like...I said Metsatöll before...and he said that Im not even close. Like pffftttt...Metsatöll and Cosmics had a tour together.

I really liked the music...but I didn't like the singing part much. I just dont feel that estonian sounds good with metal....or with any other genre.

Anyway, I'm gonna download some of their music now. And I also promised the taxidriver that I will make an interview with the band for my magazine. We'll see, I wont back out.

I should take a shower now.
I took too many showers in a day, my hair is falling out. But well...off I go.



Joe Le Taxi -Vanessa Paradis