Epic failure

What an interesting week-end I had... Saturday, I couldn't enjoy my day because I had to move from one damn dorm to another so half a day was lost between packing, unpacking, moving and cleaning. How in the name of logic did I manage to gather in time no less than 15 bloody big luggages not counting the microwave oven and my audio system? No clue... At one point of the day, I was tempted to make a big nice cosy camp fire in the middle of the road with all my garbage (clothes, books, etc) but knowing I'll have to buy all that back made me give up... I couldn't believe how all that pile of things wasn't getting any smaller even if I had already carried three loads... I was about to beat my neighbour, thinking that he was increasing my pile when I was not

around... But finally everything was done... Including my back... I couldn't move properly... Neither could any of my room mates... We were all standing on our beds, like three drunk hobos, praying to die painless... But, instead, as a reward, we all went out to eat a pizza on a terrace not far from us to spend, what we thought it would be... some nice, quit time, making jokes and having a beer. NOT FOR LONG... because someone tried it would make a good day a big ass on our table so, without any trace of respect or education, he came and bent over to talk to some whales from another table. The result?

Almost 20 minutes, all four of us endured an apocalyptic view, not being able to start

any conversation at all, because we were all ogling at that guy's ass... I wouldn't know why... It w

as a sort of hypnosis... Nothing interesting to see, but you can't take you eyes off either...

Today (e.g. Sunday), I wanted to cook Lasagna... May the bloody producers be cursed for not writing down that those crappy lasagna must me boiled before placing them in layers... If I were in America, I could have sew them... bloody bastards... a worse punishment that a law suit would be to make them eat that horrible gruel porridge without an obvious colour nor taste.