Friday: morning was a complete failure, lunch was fun with a friend, left work at 7:30 or something ridiculous like that. not much happened after that.

Sat: I got to pick up my favorite friend and do some painting, and after that was over it pretty much went down hill from there. I came home wishing I hadn't given up drinking.

Sun: I was still so exhausted from Saturday's events, I was too lazy to shower before I went to services, so I strategically avoided everyone I usually catch up with. the afternoon wasn't much better and the night just got worse.

When I talk of all this doom and gloom, I'm mostly always referring to bad relationships, bad conversations, bad understandings, and bad ways of handling life. Mostly on my end.

So, there you have it. I think it must be a blessing then, that I can never remember what to say if someone asks me how my weekend was on Monday.

Como hoy. Paso de contaros cómo me va en el master (ya buscaré un día que esté de mejor humor). Solamente quiero deciros que hoy tengo un mal día. Me he levantado con el pie izquierdo y bueno, creo que me he puesto borde con todo el mundo (y lamento decir que, por mucho que lo haga, no consigo el mismo arte que el señor Gregorio). Mi hermana, mi madre, mi novia, los de clase... todos pueden atestiguarlo. Así que bueno, escribo esto como terapia y para pedir perdón por haber escrito el primer post en dos meses y que sea precisamente por esto y para poner una bonita canción que viene a decir que todos tenemos un mal día pero que, al final, no pasa nada. Se la dedico a Noemí, que la pobre no hace más que sufrirme. Se llama Had a bad day y es de Daniel Powter.

Bueno, quizá esta manera de descargarse es un poco convencional. Yo había pensado en salir a la calle y hacerlo a la manera de este buen señor:

Pero me parece que esta va a ser que no, que Clint sólo hay uno.

Saludos y hasta la próxima (Espero que no sea muy tarde).

who wins when our harsh words bounce off us and wound the one we love the most?

who wins when the destinies we've tried so hard to escape come back and slap us in the face?

who wins?

no one

relationships can be a lot like a war

voce acha que já ficou muito nervoso no trabalho??

aposto que não ficou como essas pessoas:

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But I still feel the pain of realizing I just made someone feel stupid. Why is it always the stupid people that make other nice people feel dumb? And why in the world do I have to be one of them?

Lord help me to remember that I'm not as funny as I think I am, and please forgive me for the times when I am cruel.

I hope your day is better than these guys. Some of these have to be fake but I can definitely see some of this stuff happening especially the guy copying his monitor.