Friday 13th

Today was a pretty productive day.

I was working in the kitchen for about five hours before I could go shopping with my friend. Tired as a fuck stick I hung in there for about three hours before we went home.

Oh, before all that we went to the bank. Guess what?! No fucking jävla kuk account today eighter. That I could not take so I litteraly had to run out and start to cry. I'm having my PMS and frustration is not a thing I can take in this amount this time a month. Seriously?!


So yeah, after crying and shopping we went home to cook some dinner, starving as we were. And just when we stepped into the kitchen I wanted to cry again. Such a mess I'm living in. No kidding I'm not a perfectionist, but this is nasty shit.. So no joke, we made Mr Muscle our best friend for today.

Dinner was amazing in the end though.

And after I did some must do stuff before we hurried away to go to the cinema. We saw Step up 3D, which I think was pretty lame to be frankly with you.

Now it's time to sleep. Tomorrow we're going to some exhibitions I always go to when I'm here for some weird reason. Dinasaours and Creepy Crawlers is my favourite.

Oh well, it's 2.23 and it's time to sleep.
Good night!