Because this is a wonderful world full of assholes who never ever stop complaining.

Friday, February 29, 2008

Dead Corpses Everywhere

Don't you hate when some NBC, HBO or whatever executive producer deems an idea is too good and profitable to die and forces it to keep walking among us under a different name and outfit?

I do.

I used to like "Sex and the City" but honestly "Cashmere Mafia" and "Lipstick Jungle" make me upchuck.




Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Looney Tunes

Don't you hate being told that you remind someone of a cartoon character? Not even a particular one, just a cartoon. A cartoon, hum?. Funny and not transcendental at all.

I do.

You'd better watch your tongue unless you don't want to be my psichoanalyst any longer.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Another Ex-Hero

Don't you hate being betrayed by your heros?

I do.

T'avais raison, finalement Sarko m'a trahi.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

kopikol est fermé

Don't you hate when your main source of ouch!'s expires?

I do.

Just when I thought the morning couldn't get any more boring.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Heath Ledger Is Dead

Don't you hate that?

I do.

Yesterday he was an actor worthy to watch, now he´s just another overdosed kid. He was four years older than me when he died, and I deadly envied him. Live with passion, but remeber passions are nothing worthy to die for. Even after he's dead, I still envy him a bit. Requiem in pacis kiddo. Now get some rest.


Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Work Out Partners

Don't you hate work out partners who are way weaker than you?

I do.

If you can't sprint for twenty minutes youre not useful to me. Get out of my sight.

Monday, January 21, 2008

Second Date

Don't you hate having nothing to say on a second date after a brilliant first one?

I do.

We shouldn't have gone on that second date the very day after the first. Still you're the sweetest thing around... plus you're an AMAZING cook: you work with Ferran Adrià!

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Clothes

Don't you hate when your favourite pants, t-shirt, shoes, sweater or whatever gets old and ragged?

I do.

Those things really do have a sentimental value for me, plus it's not like I have a lot of money to get new clothes...

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Work Out Routine

Don't you hate being far too lazy to work out?

I do.

Yeah, i know, in the end it pays but the first week is hard. I'm on the damn first week.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Deepest Fears

Don't you hate the unemployment lines?

I do.

I hope I won't have to go often.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Missing

Don't you hate missing something desperately?

I do.

I'm haunted by mountains.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Properly Dressed Men

Don't you hate properly dressed men?

I do. Well, sometimes I don't.

I indeed have to say, Mr Luke that was a nice concert.


Thursday, December 13, 2007

Rubbish

Don't you hate spanish television?

I do.

Staring for half an hour how the crap I took this morning floats in the toilet has a deeper cultural component than any program you can find on this country's rotten TV.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

Ass Growth

Don't you hate when no matter how hard you tried this morning, your ass wouldn't fit in your coolest pants?

I do.

A month ago or so I started doing exercise to get fit but it is not working the way I expected. I'm in a much better shape now, that's undeniable, but my ass is not getting any smaller. It just got bigger and harder. I said my ass, you pervert.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Flying Away

Don't you hate when a trip happens to be a bit more expensive than you expected?

I do.

Fucking ryanair, how many boxes do I have to untick in your damn website to make you understand that I don't want to board first on the plane, that I don't want your bloody travel insurance, that I don't want fucking anything? Stressed, I'm stressed. It's indeed hard to have no money.

Monday, December 03, 2007

How Many Deaths Does This Deserve?


A cop was shooted to death yesterday in Capbreton.
A second cop, seriously injured, is not expected to survive.
Third killing of 2007.
Around 900 murders in 30 years.
Hasta los putos cojones estoy ya.

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Goal!

Don't you hate the last minute score?

I do.

My team never scores in the last ten minutes... but often loses in the very last second.

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Religion

Don't you hate Islamism?

I do.

In the begginning I thought it was just another religion... then I thought it was just another religion a few retarded were using as an excuse to plant bombs and crap like that... then I started to think that one has to be a bit retarded to follow a religion like that... yesterday I started thinking that the whole crap should be forbidden in Europe. If you like Mahoma so much you should go to live in Mecca and leave this place as soon as posible. I'm not really into hearing your ethnofascist homophobic male chauvinist crap any longer. Cultural diversity? Crap. I agree Europe is a puzzle of different cultures, that's why we should remove the piece that everybody knows will not fit in unless they change their fucking jihadist discourse.

Friday, November 30, 2007

Shortness

Don't you hate being short?

I do.

I mean, it doesn't trouble me too much but it's friggin difficult to find a damn clothing item of my size besides school uniforms.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Fat Guys

Don't you hate fat guys?

I know I change my mind about this issue pretty often but today I do.

They always pass all subjects. Why? I mean, if a guy fails in maths everybody tells him to watch less television and study algebra a couple of hours per week. But if a fucking fat guy fails in sports class nothing happens at all: he'll pass just because he is a damn poor fat guy who just can't climb the rope. Nobody will order him to eat less crap and go running a couple of hours per week. No, I don't feel pity for him, I don't care how clever he is: he must fail for he has no fucking idea about taking care of himself. Even if he's clever enough to find a cure for AIDS and help the whole human kind nobody will get a damn benefit if he dies from a heart attack at the age of 24, or if he gets so fat he just can't get out of bed.