Today, I started working at my 4-week job. It was so damn boring! I work at a retirement-home, for some reason. It is quite okay, but the half dead corpses are so random. I always thought that old people talk about weather, and weather only, but no! These bad boys spoke about shit i couldn't understand a tiny bit of! And yeah, a pathetic excuse for an oldman told me to get the hell out of there because of my long hair. But I didn't feel offended at all, so that was okay. After I have worked all those weeks I finally can buy what I want, a swedish acoustic guitar called Hagström: Siljan Grand Auditorium CE, as pictured below. Isn't it just fucking beautiful?