… Or how to turn an unfortunate comment about your friends into an inside joke. It’s just thug’s life.
“And I feel tired, empty and hollow, heart-broken inside
And I feel this life has nothing for me anymore
Then I feel revived, sacred and honoured, one of the kind
And I feel this life is something I was chosen for”
Each delivery looks more and more like a Devil May Cry stage…
The autocorrector little gifts with the suggestions: working from home (teletrabajo) as “teletrabanjo”, which I have no idea what it is, but in my head it looks like this.
Mr Hofer 1, virtual test user, which roles are defined as “admin” and “a cow”. It absolutely needed a graphic representation.
I’ll end up with non-breaking-hyphen-phobia. 2 years with that person complaining about the size of the non-breaking hyphen will drive me insane.
Graphic representation of Deployman’s new foe… and the damn thing has a family.
I just look like this. I’m really having anger issues.
I finally made a head banner for this blog (at last I got some free time away from the hellish project). Drawing helps me to calm myself and leave my mind blank, no matter how many annoying things have happened that day.
♩ So this is my symphony… ♩
We are so going to miss such a joyful person.