Yes, I am - what am I supposed to do with SIXTY pairs of socks?? Ahahahahah. Oh well, if there's one thing in my poor wardrobe that's been bothering me ar them socks - either I got them ruined at the heel, because of them boots I wear all the time, either they don't have elasticity no more, or either ther's only one - and no pair. Socks disappear, not much unlike them Norhtern americans and their drying machines. Here, We just hag them on the sun - and yet, they somehow disappear.
So I said, "fuck-it-all" when I saw someone selling them at Mercado Livre, 60 pairs for R$ 109,00. No shipping costs. So, I got 'em. Now I am standing on the pile of mighty socks. And the good thing, even though they're obviously not "that great" socks, they seem to be at least reliable. Well, fuck it too- if they rip of bust, I'll get another pair. I got fucking sixty!
Yeah, the reflexes of my shopping spree are all over, on their way. That's the part I hate - they say, "no shipping costs", but that actually means, "you will wait and wait and wait until oyu're gry on age, before we ship those to you." Centauro Esportes, for example, they've got orders awaiting to be even processed yet. I'm not going to see that bunch of things before christmas, I bet.
Anyways, they were good purchases. Them slacks I'm wearing right now, they were kinda expensive, being Nike and all, but they're fucking excellent trousers. I can wear them to work, and no one bats an eye. If I have the cash by then, I'll buy another pair of these. They are awesome pants, indeed.
Yeah, you'll notice that today I'm out of the blues zone. Like I said, a sad day. Not depression. Just a brief state of my mind. And even better, today I'll get to meet another fallen brother of mine, the famous Gabriel "the nazi" - finally we managed to get a brief window from her cunning bitch of a mother, her surveillance is almost - I must say - Nazi regiment of her own. She forbade him from visiting me because of them "drug days" - that are now over. I assure you, we are not getting high tonight. We'll just talk, like the old days, have a laugh and all.
So I'm guessing, today is "opposite day" from yesterday, and I am fucking glad.
Well, now I still have to wait for my 24 pieces of underwear to arrive, along with a bunch of some other clothes. And some barbells, never too many barbells, speciall these "new" ones, with their oh-so-practical handles and coated in rubber.
And I'm still waiting on my credit card to arrive too. Woo-hoo! Let's enter the wonderful brazilian way of life of "being broke and in debt" all the time. But at least I'll be "living large"...
Lets see if anyone of them purchases get here today. I fucking hate to wait.
Cheerio, mates! We're havinga laugh, ain't we? And we only placed a pony on Chelsea. The problem with Arsenal is they thin they can walk it in.
What? Go watch some "The IT Crowd" and get along with my nonsense.
