Excuse me if I can't answer my phone, but I'm busy having sex

Lately I haven't been so keen on any kind of contact with strangers. I'm just kinda down.


I love my bubble. It's nice and bright in here.

The tequila trend

Alitteration of the day

Lately there has been this trend. Every weekend meens going out and sometime a few months ago I found tequila. It tastes good, makes me funny and is relatively cheap. So the past five or six weekends has been filled with tequila. I never get hung-overs, but I think I'm getting there. Mondays are worse and worse.

I also, for some reason see it as my mission to make out with as many as possible when I'm drunk. Congrats, I will get herpes. Great. Really. And people keep recognizing me, and I don't return it. Why do people think I like them just because I stick my tongue down their throats...?

Damnit!

Just what I needed the last work day before the weekend. Thanks for ruining three days of my life. I just don't want the Apple story again. It's been done before (and not just by me) and it was barely interesting the first time. So f*ck it. What do I care?

Post deliverly man

There is this guy at my office, and he's so not straight. He's the post deliverly guy and when he comes with his little cart he swings his shoulders back and forth, just like a modell on the cat walk. He's always happy and says "Hilloo" in a high-pitched voice. When he's waiting for the elevator he stands on one leg, letting the foot on the other leg form circles on the floor. And when Peter, the keeper is around fixing something, he always lingers to talk to him. And yeah, he claims to be straight as a European cucumber.

I'm just waiting to find him at some gay club.

The sweetest thing ever

I got mail today. It was a chocolate bar wrapped in old-fashioned brown paper. White ecologic chocolate with crisp. The best chocolate ever.

So simple. No letter, no names (besides from the address, duh). So sweet. No good for my diet.

Therefor my lunch today was a big sallad with lemon. No rice, no pasta, no nothing. Just sallad with cheese.

I've got a headache. :(

Tor - fucking- onto

Today I was offered a job I wanted. In Toronto. I, however, wanted the same job in Vancouver. "Sorry, that position has already been filled, but we have this one where we would be happy to have you."

Why? Why is it so hard to give me the job I wanted.

K says I can do much better, and I pretty sure I can. But when?