Today is a shitty day... I shouldn't have left home. I just hope no one comes my way with an idiotic idea or condescending look because I can just rip their heads off today.

AAAHHHH work :(

sometimes you begin your day with full energy. everything is OK: you're at a good mood, you enjoy your ride to work, since you woke up a little late you expect to get some coffee as soon as you get to your office, someone brought some delicious cookies, everything is fine.

but then, something happens that ruins your day. so you start feeling like shit and you want to kill some people. then you screw it up a little and then you can't wait to get into bed.

a day with loads of potential ends up being a shitty day.

just like today.

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.

i read somewhere that opening a twitter account to tweet in the language you're learning helps you to increase your vocabulary and enhance your grammar, so i thought about opening an account to write in german.

but then i though how boring it would be since i could only post in present tense. at that point i started to think about my crappy past and my uncertain future, and i decided that it might not be a bad idea.

i hate the fact that i need money to do what i love.

valentine's day should be renamed to moron's day, a day where all the stupid people that is in a couple, for some stupid reason, feel the need to spend money in stupid gifts with the shape of hearts to give to their partners, and where all the stupid single people feel sorry for themselves for being singles and for don't having someone to buy stupid gifts heart-shaped for.

of course, it doesn't matter how sunny the sunday is, once i'm in the street there are high chances that i will feel the need to kill someone.

i had a plan...

or was it a dream?

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

if someone goes walking just in front of me in the street, with his groceries, and suddenly his bag breaks apart and everything is spread out on the sidewalk, i would offer him a hand to help him to collect everything.

now, if when i try to help him he says to me "oh, yeah? you want to help me?! well, you have to pay me 2$ first", I would laugh my ass off and walk away thinking he must be insane for trying to charge me for helping him.

and you would think that every sane person in the world would react more or less in the same way, right?!

wrong!!!

the world is full of idiots willing to pay money to volunteer!!!

i can't help feeling a little bit like a witch when i hate someone because he's a fucking idiot with no potential use for society, but almost all the rest of the humanity seems to have a high opinion of him.

idiocy shouldn't be rewarded.

he's not nice, he's just plain 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!

I hate being at work when it's raining... I would rather be at home reading a nice book. I also hate being at work when it's nice outside, I would rather be siting in a park reading a nice book.
I guess I just don't like to work?

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.

Aghhh.

and then, your fears come true, but there's nowhere to run.