That is how I have come to name the "author of my days", the "loin of my fruits", my mother. The reason why this name is so fitting deserves a fun little example of her behavior. A couple of days ago, I came from work all tired and grumpy, and she asks me for a favor. Something simple. Just try out a new monitor on an old pc we have lying around. Since I was feeling a bit... Indisposed (I just didn't want to be fucking bothered by anyone) I asked her why that useless oaf I call a brother didn't check it out for her, since he's been home all day.
This question prompted one of the most volatile, freakish reactions I've seen from her in quite a while. She started shouting something about how I never want to do anything, that I'm an ungrateful little prick, that my ...Keep reading.

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In one of those moments of sheer boredom, I started browsing my dusty CD collection. After seeing each and every one of the 100+ titles that threaten to fracture the CD case's spine like an old lady's hip after being pushed down a flight of stairs, I came to the brilliant and incisive conclusion that I have a really, really fucked up taste for music.
Can you imagine what goes on in the head of a guy who likes both Stone Temple Pilots and Britney Spears?
Exactly.
At least I would have an excuse calling some of my CD's "guilty pleasures", but I'm not gonna lie to you, I greatly enjoy listening to disposable fluff like BB Mak, La Bouche and (the horror!) Kelly Clarkson. Yes. Kelly Clarkson. You can stop wincing now, asshole.
The thing is, If those are guilty pleasures, I don't feel "guilty" at all. Should I ...Keep reading.

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