Talking to a girlfriend, she lives alone, and for a long time.

Q: And with the XHHH too, the trip, all.
I: What is it?
Q: Yes he is a strange shit. Will it come - and it begins - let the nail bear, hang the shelf, do not need to fix anything? No, I say, I don’t need to... And here I recently went in, and smoothed on the linoleum – I broke, stood and looked and looked. I was so upset that he would think. Well, I glued him at last - or all the hands didn't reach. And he comes, and from the threshold joyfully - let the linoleum glue you, and glue the mashed. I have already glued it, I say, it lies under the press. He looked at me so deeply, and without saying anything, left. Did I do that wrong again?
I : to say? I think you guess that =)
Q: Yes, I’m going to know (((
I: GMM... what do you do?
Q: I hang a mirror in the bedroom, bought yesterday...