From hell

I bet the cool & kitschy "wash away bad luck"-soap from Peru I got from my Sra Madre works the other way around. This afternoon was totally from hell and everything because of STUPID idea about a "Non-traffic" day in one of the core streets of the city.

Am going to hit the gym and work my frustration off before saying or doing stupid things towards someone I care about. Most of all I feel like punching something really hard, it´s at times like these I miss my boxing exes and how we used to kick and punch the obligatory punchball (they all had one) whenever I was mad or frustrated. (Yes - I´m a sucker for that kind of men.) And if Mr Secret Someone reads this, then eat your heart out, sweetie. I know it´s an ugly thing to do but why bother. We´re sooo over before we even thought about starting something.