Well, there goes yet another uneventful christmas. It's kinda strange, when you are a kid, when december arrives, all we could think of would be these couple of days. Why? Because we were so eager to particiapte in the christmas mass, or have christian songs sang all along, all that shit? No, becausae we were getting presents.
When you're an adult, we don't get any of that. We get to participate in horrid family reunions and shit, don't receive none to close to none presents, and so on. To me, it was just boring and awful. Because my mom's know how to do a dish, namely "salpicão" in portuguese - it's just the fucking best. I jst love it.
But alas, Parnate and mayonnaise don't mix. Neither will it mis with the shredded chicken on it. So, what I had for a dinner on the 24th was...well, it was just like eating the raw materials that makes up the dish, without said possible harmful ingredients on it. So I ate a fucking salad for christmas, while I watched everyone had turkey - banned from my list - and this wonderful "salpicão", while I ate a fucking awful salad(this isn't nothing like it! I demand my money back!), rice and fries. And then later, my mum brings on dessert - "pudim", which I also got to stare drooling while the others ate such a delicious yet capably fatal for a guy who takes MAOis.
So, gastronomically speaking, it was fucking awful. Thank goodness nothing else happened, no family quarrels and such. That is indeed rare around here on christmas time, specially these days that my dad, the madman, the "look what you'll become one day" is around. So far it's been tolerable. At least that.
Anbd yesterday, I saw one disadvantage on working out aloe. You got no spotter. Yeah, you know what happened, right? Or at least you get the idea already. I was doing bench presses, at the end of one set, my muscles failed to hyave enopugh strength to put the bar back on its place. I mean, I was able to put on the right side of it, and struggled to do the same thing with the other side, but my muscles were, "fuck you, we've had enough."
So it slipped and fell, dragging along 37 kg of barbells to the ground. Now, a normal person would have removed both hads of the bar at this state, but I was still trying to win, and failing. And I've failed so bad, the left side dragged along the right side, crushing my left had on the process.
Yeah, that hurt like hell.
Yeah, have a spotter if you are doing bench presses.
Now, on the bright side, I dont think I actually broke any bones, but my left hand "ring finger" is fucking awful to look at. 60% of the nail has turned to black, and it's swollen and it fucking hurts, even to type.
What really gets me it's that it's the same hand that I so much need to play the guitar. So, no guitar for me for...I don't know, some time. Untill this fingernail drops off, or something equally terrible happens. I could have broken that bone, I just don't know. And if I did, what would they say to me? "Don't use it, and wait until the fingernail falls off or something like that. Next!"
Well, fuck it. Nothing can be done now. I'll just have to painfully wait. At least, today we don't have to work, but I'll need to go to my workplace in the afternoon notheless. That's another thing you learn, as an adult, or at least when you are an "adult" like me - have your own christmas presents, delivered by the postman, not some fat fuck coming down a chimney. I've got a lot of presents, "to me from myself" waiting for me there, and I don't want to wait until monday to get 'em. So I'll go there, pick them up and ride a cab back home.
Merry christmas to me...and my sister too, there are two presents for her. The rest of the family can fuck off. I got you nothing, sorry. And I got nothing from them, so in my book we're all even. I got a somewhat "magic lotion" for people who's got tattoos, supposedly it "enhances the colors" and shit like that. Got it from my sister. I mean, I'm grateful and all, but I've used such lotion yesterday, and saw no fucking magic in it. To me, it's yet another of those rip-off beauty creams women use, that supposedly, magically will return their 60-year old skin into a 30 year-old type of skin, where the collagen and "biological support beams" are in perfect state.
Ladies, sorry, but that shit does not work. What they're selling you is an overpriced micro jar of some salve that might do as good as if you've rubbed vaseline all over your body. You'll be glistening, but other than that, your sking is still 60 years old. Sorry, modern comsetics had not invented the "time machine cream" yet.
Nonethelss, I appreciate the effort, and she'll get two presents from me, if the mailman doesn't find an empty building today. That's another reason for me to go to that shithole. To ensure the motherfuckers aren't sleeping or something, because two of my deliveries, that were supposed to arrive by the 24th, the traching just indicates that there was nobody there to receive them. I know, it was christmas eve and all, but...leave an entire building empty? Without even ONE security guy or doorman?
People. What a bunch of bastards, indeed.
So that's it, here concludes our bullettin telling the tale of this magical christmas, where I ate crappy food, and got my hand squished by 37 kg of barbells.
Let's see how today goes.
