Tonight, on repeat

El Presidente, Come On Now. And 7% beer. Fuck it all. Almost all.

There is no turning back!

Maybe just turning my back.

Minor road incidents, major ego power trip

Five hours standing, one big icecream and chocolate eaten with two spoons!!! and two gin and tonic later, and I admit it. I am a sour looser. I cannot swallow the fact they said guilty when I said innocent. I am living my big time frustration. Feels like someone has put his boots into your mouth and you have to chew on them smilingly, if possible.

Well... I could really slap someone, but it's only me at hand. And that has never worked. Nighty night.

Am I wearing lipstick? Because I want to be pretty when you fuck me

Fuck off, world! Fuck off, fucked up people!