My Ipod just died. “Hey, lady, what did you expect, it was already 2 years old!”, the Apple guy had the nerve to tell me.
60 Gb / 430 € / 24 months. Something’s clearly wrong.
Also, a Pox on divorced parents who can’t understand that their daughter can not possibly be at two very different places at the exact same time, even for Chritsmas.
Dec 05, 2007, 03:07AM PST | 5 cheers | 4 comments
on the House of Japanese scientists.
I hope they’re Xoped for the centuries to come.
Jan 11, 2007, 10:27AM PST | 3 cheers | 3 comments
Eventhough It’s Already 5 am.
Dec 15, 2006, 08:06PM PST | 4 cheers | 0 comments
I Put a Pox.
A Pox on what?
Doesn’t matter.
A Pox.
Sep 15, 2006, 03:08PM PDT | 2 cheers | 8 comments
the House of Insomnia.
Well, today I Put a Pox on the House of Insomnia. It’s only 1 am, but I already know I won’t fall asleep before 6.
I can’t make do with 3 hours a night. It’s been more than two weeks now. I used to like sleepless nights: more time to read.
But this time, it’s as if sleep weren’t an option anymore. I’m in a world where sleep simply doesn’t exist. I’m tired and weak and everything hurts, but I never stop being. Palahniuk’s perfectly right: “everything is a copy of a copy of a copy”. But now the copying machine is on the verge of breaking down.
I tried sleeping pills: I was awake and dizzy.
I tried self-hypnosis: I was awake and hypnotized.
I tried working: I was awake and working (which is good, but still).
I’m tired of not sleeping.
Jul 28, 2006, 04:05PM PDT | 5 cheers | 22 comments
But it’s 5.30 am. So I’m perfectly allowed to
PUT ANOTHER POX ON THE HOUSE OF INSOMNIA.
Jul 27, 2006, 08:39PM PDT | 4 cheers | 13 comments
I don’t believe I ever Poxed the House of Heat.
I’m an idiot.
Jul 21, 2006, 05:21AM PDT | 4 cheers | 10 comments
on the guy who told me about LibraryThing.
As if I had time to lose. As if I could afford to spend countless hours cataloging my books.
yeah well I’m exhilarated.
May 28, 2006, 12:09PM PDT | 5 cheers | 17 comments
a Pox on the House of petty bureaucrats,
and
a Pox on the House of middle-class aspirations.
They stink.
Poor asstronaut.
May 27, 2006, 10:57AM PDT | 3 cheers | 1 comment
go to
the House of the Old Hag. Who does she think she is? Fuck you, You Old Hag.
May 04, 2006, 05:18AM PDT | 6 cheers | 0 comments