Yeah, I know. I've been a-bitching too much today. But it was a rather miserable day indeed, specially with all these dark predictions of my future. Questions, like "What the fuck am I supposed to do with this shitty life of mine," and the whole ordeal with the psychologist and her insistence about those awful tests, it wore me out.
Later on, I went to pick up some computer parts on a store not that far away from my work, but the damned place was fucking crowded, I keep on forgetting, next week we have that date, y'know, the date of Mittra's day, the date the fucking catholics stole and claimed as the date of birth of Jesus.
Yeah, right. Bullshitters, all of you that reside in that fucking "country" called Vatican. Where the sexual age of consent is 12. Yes! Twelve. Years. Old. No wonder they defend all pedophiles they put on churches and pulpits worldwide. A whole network of pedophilia.
Then I ran to catch my bus on time, but missed it. Fuckety fuck.
But then I got home, and...presto! All these packages were waiting for me. Finally, that darned store - Centauro - has decided to deliver them to me. I've placed four orders in the same day, I even got a call from them, I think they thought I might've stolen my mum's credit card. Bollocks! But that was around December 1st, the weekend they made that "black friday" bullshit. Nonetheless, I've bought a whole lotta lot of clothes, pants and sleeveless shirts and all. Most pants I bought I thought I could use while working, but...two of them are just overpriced "moletons". Yeah. I own a fucking Nike moleton pants. What the fuck?? That's what you get from not actually going to the store and select your clothes of choice, try them out, think about it, and then take them home.
Ah, fuck it. At least I was able to secure two decent, work-suitable pants off another store.
And I also received an email about my PayPal charge. Okay, but I still have no idea on how to use the damned thing. Because as of right now, the balance on that PayPal acconut is...zero. What the fuck am I supposed to do? Is it like a fucking bank, where I need to wait for two days before I get my hands on the money?
Like I said, I'm feeling old. I bet there would be a lot of kids laughing at the decrepit old man who doesn't even know how to use PayPal properly.
Well, I'll figure it out somehow. Meanwhile, I gotta clean the attic from all these empty plastic packages. Oh, by the way, don't buy on Centauro. Not only their delivery is the WORST I've seen, almost 20 days to deliver my shit, but they absolutely ignore all your emails.
Well, at least the day ended on this positive note. New stuff is always good. Specially when you've been waiting for them for almost 20 days. And notice this too- they haven't delivered it all yet. There are some barbells missing, that did not get here yet.
I say fuck it. Maybe tomorrow, who knows?
