At lunch, my boss bragged over her boyfriend buying an Ed Hardy jacket for 700 Euro. Which apparently is okay, because he still lives at home.

Sometimes I want to despair.

Yes, me again. I'm bored, so I've just started typing. (The reason I'm bored is: I'm doing the email-part of customer care at a school catering company. At the moment we've got summer holidays in most of germany. Go figure.)
( Some work related stuff )

Welly welly well, I'm still here. ( And I am not dead yet. )