Dec. 18th, 2016 09:34 pm
shirubia: (moon)
It's raining. Everything is at peace.

Actually there's a pretty bad storm coming and going in this part of the country. We have a leak in the kitchen ceiling and the water is dripping rhythmically - according to Vicente we have a metronome lol. We've spent the evening watching The Expanse with said metronome in the background. Fun times.

And now we've just had a little adventure ordering Mexican takeaway. The app was not working in our area due to the weather, but we've just been able to order dinner. FOOD!! ūüĎĮūüĎĮ‚Äć
shirubia: (art)
Hi. Gotta keep record of my life or someting.

I think I'll post in English only from now on. I might create another blog in Spanish somewhere else for oher kinds of content, I don't know.

BUT, as I said, a couple of things have happened in the past months:

  • After that fucking short summer job I'd rather forget, I got another job. I was a helpdesk technician again. Some of my friends got the job too, a lot of people was being hired. It was a temporary project but no one knew how long it was going to last. So I kept looking for something better, and I found it. I started a stable job in May and I like them and they like me and I can't believe that. Also, I got the job 'cause I speaks Teh Engleesh and I am jack of all trades master o none. I can't believe that, as well.

  • Some of my friends are still woking in the temp position. Which sucks, but it's still better than nothing, though. I hope they find something better too.

  • I started living in mah own shack in August (ALL THE YAYS!). A lot of cleaning has to be done periodically.

  • The cat is alive.

  • The cat is very much alive and he loves me.

  • I can't believe that, as well.


Jul. 18th, 2015 03:00 pm
shirubia: (pervert face)
Tener a alguien leyendo en voz alta dram√°ticamente tu diario de hace quince a√Īos (o veinte) es una experiencia sumamente peculiar. Especialmente si hace quince a√Īos sol√≠as ser... bueno, yo.

Cuánta DIARREA MENTAL de la Silvia joven, dios mío. No sabía si romper a reír histéricamente o irme a una cueva y no regresar jamás a la civilización.

Reírse como una loca acabó siendo la mejor opción, claramente.

(Avatar relevante para la ocasión).


Sin saber exactamente para qué sirve un blog desde 2003.

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