bolshoi booze

i just reached home... i saw that my bookshelve had been ransacked... must be my bro and his wife's doing, digging out my literary collection.

somehow... i thinked some skeletons from my closet dropped of from one of the pages. old photos that i had forgotten that it was there. old photos that ought to be discarded. the photos, are of me in one of my unrestrained indulgence (in the past)... bouts of pints and lager... *bites nails*

it was delicately put back in place. somewhere not prominent, but somewhere to tell me that someone have seen it. i hope it is my sis-in-law. between the 2, she is the lesser evil.