domenica 31 agosto 2008

Go fag yourself! I'll follow.

Stupid title as stupid is the way blogger eats my posts.

Something like 1 euro per hour for the extra time I worked in the hotel.

Cool. I came up with a good pun, in the GOBBLED UP post, and now I forgot it.

Think about how lucky you all are, now.

venerdì 29 agosto 2008


Just this.
And this experience will be over. This journey, I mean. I'm waiting for a call that won't come. Cool.
Still, my back fucking hurts X°D

Ah, how lightly I take serious matters, lately...

Let's go hanging some clothes, right?

lunedì 25 agosto 2008

How weird is...

... coming back home after almost two months of suffer and pain X°D


It's not ended yet! At least not until next Sunday! GODDAMN! And I'm an atheist!

My, I was dying in that damn attic. And tomorrow we'll know how much they paid me for this madness.

Godness it doesn't even seem the same house! X°DDDDD


martedì 19 agosto 2008

Facts. Mere facts.

I work about 12 hours a day.


I wake up at 6:30 am.


I'm not having a serious breakfast since I've start working/living in the hotel.


I wake up every single day with:

a. My head pulsing.
b. My feet that hurt.
c. My ankles wandering around the room screaming.


Living in a attic, I can't keep a vertical position not even when I'm "showering" (since it's not a proper shower but just a tiny bathtub), and this is getting on my nerves more and more AND MORE.


And still, I like living(?) here. I'm dumb, mad and lone. And Chacha-san didn't use this loooooong time for doing something properly useful. Dumb lovely old man.