A series of unfortunate events...

You know those days where everything around you seems to come crashing down on you all at once?

That actually almost literally happened to me when:

1. My book shelf cum computer desk fell on top of me last night, breaking a precious porcelain momento on the shelf that I've managed to keep intact for quite a while. Of course I accidentally step on the broken shards and cut my foot, leaving a nice little puddle of blood on the floor. The stains on the carpet probably aren't coming off anytime soon.

2. My gay best friend has more or less abandoned me on weekends to gay it up a notch in Geneva's rainbow haven. Well, he does usually invite me out together with his 'family' (as he likes to call it) to 'family' bars and clubs, which of course I tend to turn down. Somehow thronging the local gay bars watching guys kissing guys and girls kissing girls (which actually would not be so bad if the girls are hot but more often than not they aren't!) just really doesn't do much for me.

3. I realize that I don't have free access to the kitchen whenever I want to, so I'm cooking a lot less than I used to. Not being able to invite people over for meals is also quite a downer, since eating alone frankly blows.

4. I'm feeling kinda lost around these parts. I can't seem to click with the bunch of Americans at work so much, and they just happen to be the only people left to socialize with these days! I also notice that I've been eating out a lot at Chinese restaurants not really because I crave the food, but more so because I crave the ambience. I actually like being shouted at by grumpy, old, Chinese ladies more than being served by young, soft-spoken, cleavage-revealing, French-speaking waitresses that will ask you if you want pepper on your steak instead of constanting trying to remove your plate before you've even finished your food. This can't be good.

5. To top it off, today I arrive at the lobby of my apartment building to find that I've stepped on some neauseatingly pungent, freshly defecated dog turd. What kind of sick fuck leaves his dog's do-do right in the middle of the carpet just in front of the god damned front door!?

God, this day totally sucks!