The Birds, the Bees and the Arseholes

   Yesterday I had a brief conversation with a member of the opposite sex. I did not know him, he was an acquaintance from Facebook (where he added me because I was an anime fan). On Msn I didn't like his manner of talking to me and his kinda ironic tone. And I was suspicious as I always am towards strangers. He was sure he'd figure out all about me and then accused me of "having replaced sex positions with chocolate". I was furious of course and blocked/deleted him. He then sent me an insulting pm where he called me uncivilized, illiterate and other things (and of course, again, of not having any sex). The fact that people think that bitchy women are not having any sex always looked funny to me.I never had any tolerance for insults (except whenever I'm able to use my hands to wash the insults off the mouth of the insulter...), especially when coming from COMPLETE strangers, so it's only natural to me to be ticked off, if not offensive afterwards.. Go figure...

   The air yesterday, as I was heading to work, smelled like too much cinnamon on a veal stew. I hate this smell, it reminds me of my grandmother's cooking and, of course, my grandmother. I HATE her habit of shoving cinnamon sticks to every meat dish. HATE IT, HATE IT, HATE IT. Oh well, I was happy to hear good news afterwards, so I got over it and my stomach went back where it belongs (a.k.a. my belly and not the back of my neck). As I was heading towards the bus station I saw people drinking coffee on their porches. The weather was especially good (or good for them, I kinda despise heat).

  I'm looking forward to something now. Gonna see my nakamas again (you know who you are, X-men :P). I'm kind of drawn towards people these days, I need people around me, friends, but in the same time I hate other people so much... But some, I  love. Because they care enough to love me back, I love them even more. I'd give my arm for them.
I'm a walking controversy. I hate my guts but in the same time I'm the worst egotist on the planet. Lately, that is. Gonna fuck you up if you screw with me. Cause now I kinda like it. If I bother to care, I guess. No more fakes. I don't need them in my life. People should work hard to gain my trust. I know I'm not the easiest person on the planet, on the contrary. But I prefer being alone than having to deal with people that never understood me and/or will never understand me. Suffering alone makes me stronger. And more bitter. I'm not the only one here being bitter. But, when so many people are sugary tweets, I think the world needs some balance. I'm Jack's gallbladder. Extra bile. Let me be the wolf for your little red riding hood.

Mumbling again. Doesn't matter, it's my blog, SUCK IT.

PS Madagascar. My left arm for you. From the shoulder.
PPS Mugi-saaaan...

You don't know what day it is (you just do what you're told) :P

On my chair again, into a blankie, only this time with the cat on my lap. She likes to sleep while I work and, occasionally, stroke her behind the ears. Maybe the slow humming of my pc is inspiring her, what can I say, I wish I could sleep for so many hours a day like a feline. These days I usually sleep for about 2 hours a day and thank Naoki Urasawa and Alan Moore (yeap, my two gods:P) that I have a pc and at least can check out what day it is...
'kinda like it tho'.. I think my body thinks it's tired but it doesn't show that much, maybe it's just a feeling of habit, that I *should* be tired. I'm just happy I get work done (sometimes tho' at a slower rate than I'd like to..)

But the relative quietness is rather refreshing, only me, my feline familiar, my Wacom (love you baby..), tea, headphones (the muffled sound of the keyboard keys - the temp ancient keyboard that I have yet to replace with a shiny new one...) and a bunch of episodes/films playing in the background. Or mp3s. I finished One Piece anime while working. it was simply epic. That's the one word that's able to describe it perfectly. An during breaks I finished the manga as well. Now I have to wait every week to read the next chapter. Man, such agony..! Eichiiro Oda, you are a bastard as well:P

Oh yeah, and we had Easter. Which to me is just another Sunday actually (especially this year:P).


Can't wait for Comicdom Con Athens 2010, to see how it goes and getting done with it:P It's nice but tiring :)
It's our 5th this year, so we kinda have a birthday, our little Con is a 5 y.o. toddler :)

Also, can't wait for my name-day and Sir Crocodile (kuhaaa-haaa-haaa-aaa-aaa | and a little thanks to Inky, cant wait, cant wait, yooosh, hahah) It's been so long since I've sat my bum down relaxing with friends. And I kinda like treating friends for my b-day/name-day.

Oh, well, back to work and my cinnamon milk. Ta!


PS: Note to the anonymous reader that scorned me about my mediocre english, based on the use of "I" a lot :
it's a personal blog after all, you twat.
Maybe this is better for you: http://www.iiiiiiii.com/lyrics.html
Or you can always jerk off with 4chan images. You know, for anonymous users... :P