Random thoughts on a deadly deadline day

Going to work on the first real spring day of the year, when the sun is warm, the air is fresh and the trees are full of tiny pink flowers and cute little chirping birds, is a HUGE waste of time. Huge.

I’d like to meet the guy who first thought videogames for girls were a good idea. Maybe a headbutt could fix his brain. I wouldn’t mind trying anyway.

Perfume does not attract the opposite sex. And it’s not a good substitute for a shower. Really. I’m dead serious.

I’m not a man, I’m a free number.

Acne, Times New Roman and sprained ankles are a small taste of hell.

Grammar, syntax and consecutio temporum exist for a reason.

Eating a sandwich for lunch every day for over a year is a very slow and painful way to commit suicide.

You know what? This is probably the best thing I have ever written in English. Maybe I won’t translate it.