ARGH!

I WANNA GO HOME! Bloody fucking job, why don't I have the guts to just quit? -__-

Anyway. I knew it would happen sooner or later. I was talking with my colleagues about clubs yesterday at lunch and said that my favourite one is Rainbow, a gothic club in Milan. Of course they were like "Oooh, you go to a goth club..." and started asking questions like "What do you wear when you go there?" "What's your make up like?" "What kind of music do they play?" "How do you dance?" and so on. (They're all guys, by the way. Duh.)

And then, the inevitable question: "Is your boyfriend like that too?"

To which I answered "Who?"

"Your boyfriend. Is he like that too?"

"Who?"

"Ah..."

But the best is yet to come. Having understood I don't have a boyfriend at the moment, this colleague of mine asked the SMARTEST question.

"What about your next boyfriend?"

Huh? Well, I do read tarots every once in a while, but how the fuck am I supposed to know who my "next boyfriend" is going to be? Who do you think I am, Nostradamus? Or does the question imply that he thinks I only date goth guys? Either way, that was pretty stupid. So I simply said "Well, what do I know about my next boyfriend?"

And what do you think he said? "So you don't want a boyfriend?"

*headdesk* Man, guys are really stupid sometimes. The fact that I don't have a boyfriend right now doesn't necessarily mean I don't EVER want to have one. And I don't like to talk about my private life with them, they aren't my friends, they're just colleagues. But of course I know everything about theirs, because they're men and have to brag about everything. I hope this guy's girlfriend is aware that he's cheating on her every time she's out of town. Which, by the way, happens pretty often, since she works in another city.

Bah. Männer sind Schweine.

And I bet they think I'm lesbian now. Haha.

And my new icon rulez. Beware the eyebrow of DOOM! XD