With these friends, who needs enemies?

EN: Warning: This post is over two years old, so it's possible that the views, opinions, links or instructions reflected on it do not correspond with the way I think now or the way things currently work. I have evolved (and so have the World and the Internet), so it might be advisable to just take this entry for a glimpse into the (my) past. :)

ES: Atención: Este artículo tiene más de dos años de antigüedad, de modo que los puntos de vista, opiniones e instrucciones que se vierten en él pueden no corresponder con cómo pienso ahora o cómo funcionan las cosas en la actualidad. He evolucionado (y también lo han hecho el mundo e Internet), así que probablemente lo más recomendable sería entender esta entrada como un simple reflejo del (de mi) pasado. :)

I’ve been eating equal (and ridiculous) amounts of chocolate (mainly white) and laxatives for the past few days. I wonder which one of those will make me explode first.

It’s amazing how rude some people I used to care about a lot can be (but, as I am utterly retarded, I’m still caring about them). In the end, I guess (as if I didn’t know this for sure by now) I can only count on myself and on the Caesar (sometimes), and that’s as worrying as conforting. Ave, Caesar.

Let’s make this “emo” moment more enjoyable with some gymnastics oldies.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5nmJ9t8278&fmt=18