Merry Christmas!
And thus after three weeks of procrastination being busy with my university stuff, I am back to blogging!
First and foremost, let me introduce... my new kitty! My Dad was litterally going out of his mind without a cat, visiting her grave everyday and all, so we decided that we'd rather get a new cat than get murdered one night... OK, maybe I am exaggerating a tiny bit, but still. Now we have a new little critter to bother us and Dad isn't as irritating anymore.
This time it's a male kitty. He's only seven weeks old but already quite an evil cute little creature. Most of the time he spends chewing my hand, my bootlaces, my boots, my anything. The rest of the time he, of course, sleeps. Anyway, he's quite pretty, being totally white and little and having cute eyes... Evil bastard.
What else? Well, since everyone hates me and I am an evil bastard, I didn't get any Christmas presents this year. Yay! Ah, whatever, not that I cared about presents much anyway. People usually give crap presents these days anyhow. I still have a slight hope to get some presents from several persons I didn't meet yet, but I'm not expecting much. And if you must ask, no, I didn't give presents to anyone either, because all my presents are crap as well. Maybe I will give something to a couple of people who seem to mean a bit more than usual... But I wouldn't have high hopes in their place either.
Expected more, huh? Well, shit, I live a boring life, what would you expect? Feeding overweight tigers with chicken?
By the way, if you're feeling a strong inclination to kill yourself but don't want to do the dirty job yourself, force me to listen to Christmas songs. I guarantee it won't hurt... me... a lot. Well, OK, Mariah Carey looked kind of sexy in that black and white music video, but that's as far as I can go. I have a very low Christmas song threshold before I go completely bananas.
RIGHT NOW: Listening to Nick Cave's "Murder Ballads". Now that's what I call proper music for winter. By the way, this winter sucks. There is no trace of snow, and it's frigging end of December... If I don't get proper white Christmas in the next ten years, I am going on anti-global-warming motherfuckers killing spree.
First and foremost, let me introduce... my new kitty! My Dad was litterally going out of his mind without a cat, visiting her grave everyday and all, so we decided that we'd rather get a new cat than get murdered one night... OK, maybe I am exaggerating a tiny bit, but still. Now we have a new little critter to bother us and Dad isn't as irritating anymore.
This time it's a male kitty. He's only seven weeks old but already quite an evil cute little creature. Most of the time he spends chewing my hand, my bootlaces, my boots, my anything. The rest of the time he, of course, sleeps. Anyway, he's quite pretty, being totally white and little and having cute eyes... Evil bastard.
What else? Well, since everyone hates me and I am an evil bastard, I didn't get any Christmas presents this year. Yay! Ah, whatever, not that I cared about presents much anyway. People usually give crap presents these days anyhow. I still have a slight hope to get some presents from several persons I didn't meet yet, but I'm not expecting much. And if you must ask, no, I didn't give presents to anyone either, because all my presents are crap as well. Maybe I will give something to a couple of people who seem to mean a bit more than usual... But I wouldn't have high hopes in their place either.
Expected more, huh? Well, shit, I live a boring life, what would you expect? Feeding overweight tigers with chicken?
By the way, if you're feeling a strong inclination to kill yourself but don't want to do the dirty job yourself, force me to listen to Christmas songs. I guarantee it won't hurt... me... a lot. Well, OK, Mariah Carey looked kind of sexy in that black and white music video, but that's as far as I can go. I have a very low Christmas song threshold before I go completely bananas.
RIGHT NOW: Listening to Nick Cave's "Murder Ballads". Now that's what I call proper music for winter. By the way, this winter sucks. There is no trace of snow, and it's frigging end of December... If I don't get proper white Christmas in the next ten years, I am going on anti-global-warming motherfuckers killing spree.
