Evil interfearing with my day
I've sunk deep down in the armchair, foot on the table and the arduous urge to take a hot cosy bath with a toaster is slowly letting go of its grip of my body.
Reading the witty words of Per Bjurman and arranging to pay for a lost book.
Then it comes.
My attention is caught by an incredibly annoying java ad in the right banner.
I read it.
See it.
And vomit violently.
Crocs.
Why?
Just why?
To even finish the chronicle I am reading proves an impossibility.
It is amazing how humans can impose laws to make it possible to fine people for leaving your car unlocked (Canada-amongst others) but still let this odious, appalling, dreadful excuse of a shoe be legal.
But I guess it only proves me right.
This world is absolutely, 100 percent, utterly retarded.
Reading the witty words of Per Bjurman and arranging to pay for a lost book.
Then it comes.
My attention is caught by an incredibly annoying java ad in the right banner.
I read it.
See it.
And vomit violently.
Crocs.
Why?
Just why?
To even finish the chronicle I am reading proves an impossibility.
It is amazing how humans can impose laws to make it possible to fine people for leaving your car unlocked (Canada-amongst others) but still let this odious, appalling, dreadful excuse of a shoe be legal.
But I guess it only proves me right.
This world is absolutely, 100 percent, utterly retarded.
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