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no internet connection makes u do extreme things, like opening a wordpad file and start writing. coffee also helps, its no shame for me to say. its so blase to write a non-sense text drinking coffee in a cold afternoon, i feel so much like a hipster. thats new for me though, cause ive never been anything. my sad dog comes to me with a limping leg, and thats real sad. i love using the same adjective twice in a sentence, the fact that we were told not to do something makes us wanna do it even more. my dog´s leg, the left walking leg, more specifically, has a problem and i have no idea about what has happened. maybe its a reaction to the sudden cold weather, like we, humans, feel when the temperature drops. no internet connection makes u wanna go to work too. okay, i lied. nothing makes me wanna go to work. when im there, though, things are easier. sometimes time passes like a bullet on fire, sometimes it doesnt. maybe i overthink things. its hard to choose a tattoo design, i had chosen stars to fill my left calf, but suddenly my left calf didnt seem to be large enough to fit three stars, so its not a keeper i guess. nothing is easy.

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u really telling me u read this blog? really? ok then, im glad u do.  i had almost forgotten about this place till something remembered me about it this afternoon. weird, right? weird that this fuckface writer of yours only remembers about this place sometimes. weird, i agree, but u have to agree with me that surprise is a great thing to bump into. and thats what happens when u open this holy website and are able to read something new written specially for you. i really think i write in the name of many people. sometimes i create these weird theories in my mind and one of them says that we are all alike. no exceptions. we can be assholes to some people and geniuses to others. what do u think? id love to get to know ur ideas. or not. am i being the asshole or the genius now?