A hard weekend

I fucking hate painting. I don't mean painting pretty pictures and all that(I can't paint pretty pictures even if my life depended on it), but painting walls and ceilings and stuff like that. It's fucking boring. And then when your arms grow tired after painting the ceiling, and every stroke of the brush you do begins to hurt like hell, that's fucking fantastic, isn't it? And then the paint begins to drip, and you're all fucked up. I fucking hate painting.

On to happier news, I was almost drunk on Friday=). Although when it goes to not so happy news I had a terrible hangover the day after. Once again, I slept at my cousin's place. I think that the place is cursed.

Last time I slept there I was woken by the fire alarm. This time, I was woken up by sound tests. They had this cycling event called The North Sea Ride(or something like that. Translating on a Sunday isn't all that easy) and Sandnes downtown was the finishing line. So of course they had a big stage there with a bundle of speakers. And then after 10 minutes of "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey" they put on the theme music for "Pirates of the Caribbean". How wonderful isn't that? Bah. I hate cyclists now, even if I am one occasionally. Then we can have a syllogism to end today's event:

I hate cyclists
Sometimes I am a cyclist
I hate myself

In other news, inspired by my previous post I have now started Sarcasm News Network, basically a blog where I post 100% untrue news. It's only for entertainment and if you do believe it then I suggest you go shoot yourself. It will be update with the same interval as this blog i.e. whenever I feel like it.

Until later, news readers.