… 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”
I’m totally willing to thermonuclear on this situation. There is a limit for this kind of situations.
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.
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.
Graphic representation: it’s been one month trying to explain that 4 years is greater than 6 months, so yes, that’s definetely not fresh.