Some neurotoxin make me wash my car
I think there's nothing so senseless, as me washing my car. As I said, 'Man. Im tired of washing', with some joy of getting done that heroic quest, God sent me a wonderful gift, rain.
Is my nature to hate the undoneable, no. It's just that the undoneable is cheaper.
Fetch me some marineras.

Trasher
Shit, another day that the rain inspires me, but I cant do anything with that, I'm completely void. I cant feel likeness for what I'm doing.

Commonly common
The thing about writing on a blog is that I only write when I'm on certain mood (humor).
Emotions are most likely to be idle-angry, idle-free, idle-victorious, this is an example of a victorious one.
Today, as everyday, the struggle starts on my bed -I can't get myself up- then jumps to the 'the bus'. There's the one free seat (an impossible), so I quickly make the move, and while taking the seat I can't avoid noting that the guy before me, bent over his seat by 120 degrees and that will crush my legs. Sorry legs, but I taken my own way and sat on the litle free space, afer a while, I recognized a regular, he has the particularity of leaving the bus when I take it (well a few corners after), he was well positioned on a window seat, none except me will know that seat were practically free, against everything I get out the seat I was, making all people think that I've lost the battle. I let my lips show a slight smile. Then the key move the savior leaves the bus and I show who owns the bus.