Rapetition

I work hard all day. Now I can't write without pain anymore. A gift from my employers. I hope their eyes hurts the same way if they read this suicide note.

Thanks to o+< for the inspiration, I stole the title from one of their songs.

Stealing People’s Mail

The postcard was from UK and was signed by someone who seems to enjoy black metal. The signature looks like an incomprehensible logo. “Hi hun. Good news: I’m working in a pub now. I’m bloody happy nowadays. My brother got a job too: the wanker is a postman now. He probably will deliver this card. Haha. Luv ya, bitch. Take care.” Another cool one to the collection.

Get a life

- Man, stop blogging about corporate media pretending to be a journalist.
- I will make money with the blogsphere.
- Very anti-corporate no less.

No hope in sight

Prostraded, he is informed about his prostata.

It hurts

His fake twitter has no followers, but he pass his time reading about the other peoples lives on it.

Women dogs men

When she called in the middle of the night my cellphone played Love Will Tear Us Apart, I don't know why. I never dowloaded this song. She did for me, for sure. For the first time, in two years, I get back to sleep. I crawled for her, lost my girlfriend, my job, my self-esteem, lots of money and now even my dog, murdered by her husband. That's enough.

They love that word...

Fuck. Happy Valentine's Day.