The boring post

it turns out (from analyzing the late entry of this blog) that i can't write if something is not "aching" or "itching" inside/outside me...

Here i am (and for a couple of days i might add) wanting to come up with something interesting to post on my blog and i can't seem to find anything interesting at all to write about.

Whilst i was entertained with my picture-drawing-blog i had an excuse not to write anything, but as with almost everything in my life, i got fed up with it already!! Well, truth be said: my life got so obnoxiously-routine-like and so predictable it made me want to pull out every hair on my head. What was i going to draw about?? myself going to work everyday and coming back home?? and then myself shagging on weekends?? Been there, done that...

So the only conclusion to be drawn from this is that i can only write if i am truly sad or truly happy...the 8/80 that defines me so well!

Perhaps i should start writing about nothing.It would be like counting the boring days to a level never reached before!

# Nothingness nº 1

Dear blog, today nothing interesting happened to me. My life's so boring i could lead a cat to commit suicide if i had one.

...I suppose i could write about trivialities such as how a couple of parents from my school are sewing the poor, fucking-good-looking P.E teacher for "allegedly" molesting their children. Not that paedophile accusations are trivialities...just that the poor guy's only mistake was not molesting anyone but taking the fucking job two months ago...if he's a paedophile i am a  plane and i can fly!! What parents come up with when they don't like someone...

I could also write about a friend of mine who is 32 years old and acts like a 15 year old boy, adolescence-flourishing,...and how i acted as his psychologist for almost 2 hours just to discover that he lost his balls somewhere on the journey of life and there's no growing them back anytime soon (well, there goes a fuck buddy...who wants to fuck a guy with no balls? A guy that declares himself to be "the girl" from the XXI century?? Not me, for sure!!)

I could blog about how much i envy my best friend for winning a fucking 10 days trip to Singapore and for being 2 Malaysia this exact moment, laying on the beach, swimming in translucent blue waters!!!

I could write about Tuesday! The day i decided to translate a fucking operation manual in one day (53pags), which i did, and then got so happy with myself that i decided i had worked enough for one day and so skipped classes, hoping no one would notice my absence and how my scheme totally blew up on my face 'cause all the 6 AEC's teachers decided that 30ºC was a good enough reason to skip classes that same exact day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I could write about my neighbours and their not-no-cute-though-innocent ways of criticizing the fact that i am shagging a 19 year old boy!...

...but none of the above seems to excite me enough to brilliantly put letters and words together ...and i might actually bore myself  to sleep just by writing about it...

# Nothingness Nº 2

Nothing exciting happened to me today!