Who am I really?

This is the something-like-diary of yet another woman, living in a city just like any other, on a street just like any other. I am nothing special, and I do not want to think about myself as such, I will never be famous for what I do, I will never be a role model for coming generation. I am just a woman in the western world who does not have enough problems in life so I tend to create them by myself. And sometimes it gets funny.

I think life should be appreciated and I should be grateful for what I have, but as any other human, I of course want more, more and more…. I can not blog or write about fashion, because there are about a thousand of women more interested in it than me. I can not write a book, because I am just too lazy and things like that takes time. I can not change the world, but I can share my daily life on the internet….. so why not?