things that i don't like about rainy days:
- loose paving stones in the sidewalks, with muddy water underneath
- street corners filled with water, where a lot of cars pass by at high speed
- umbrellas
- people

AAAHHHH work :(

this week seems its going to be one of these weeks when i can't help to hate the world. i wish i could just stay home and avoid human contact.

this is a day week of fury.

universal justice does not exist. and it sucks.

i've been here for almost six months.








i just wanted to express my distress.

i had something nice to post, but i forgot it. nice things apparently don't stick in my memory.

guy tells girl she can't say anything because she's blonde, and blondes don't know shit about anything. she gets offended. the rest of us as well. we don't tolerate sexism.

a short time later, they hook up.

no, blondie, no!

i had a plan...

or was it a dream?

"shit happens" is my mantra, lately.

and i hate it.

i hate when the world tries to make a point when you say "nothing worst can happen, at least not this week".

i feel like crap.

i love spring, but i hate allergies.

some people keep used metro ticket as a souvenir of their travels.

me? well, i keep the GMT +1 in my netbook.

and, yes, it's a very tricky and risky thing to do.






to not mention dumb.

Sometimes I have the feeling I'm victim of a hidden camera of a very twisted tv show that pushes people to see how long they take to get to the point to turn into Michael Douglas in Falling Down and start shooting people.

quoting one of the most depressive bands ever:

what the hell i'm doing here? i don't belong here!

it's amazing how the music defines the kind of people that goes to a bar.

what it is not great, and definitely is not amazing, is when one of your favorites rock bar switches to hip hop/ light reggaeton. thank you hip hop, you ruined Gibraltar for me.

I hate coming back to BA.

I just hate when I wake up with a headache... because I know the motherfucker would stay with the all the fucking day :(

getting into a market trolley found in the street, in a friday night, with your friend, to be pushed by one of your craziest friends, it is not a good idea.

and again, visualizations sometimes work.

i really, really don't like when people confuses my name. i'm not talking about when someone confuses the name completely like "Hello Greta!" and you're name is Jean. i'm talking about when people makes assumptions about my name, they think it's a nickname (seriously?! you think i'd introduce myself, let's say at work, with a nickname?) and they call me by the name they assume i must have.

and i specially don't like it when the person that does it is a nice person and i can't get pissed off at him/her.

i have a love-hate relationship with murphy.

bloody murphy!

he was so right.

every time i hear a parent yelling at his/her kids until his/her voice starts fading away - unfortunately for the children - my theory about parenting gets confirmed.

no, not every single human being is designed to be a parent. deal with it. use birth control, you psycho.