tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56036842011-04-21T23:11:30.202+02:00Look at me go!Its me...and Im goingebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comBlogger3311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1148068321836106622006-05-19T21:43:00.000+02:002006-05-19T21:52:01.860+02:00"What would Jesus do?"Have fun googling that, tossers. Ha!Seems I still have a lot of people coming here, my extreme lack of updating might seem offensive, but there's nothing I can do.See, I cant really let go of this place, there's too much here I want to hang on to. Just for a little while longer. But I cant really use this place like I used to.I dont want this to be myspace or whatever. ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1138733742778430222006-01-31T19:30:00.000+01:002006-01-31T19:55:42.840+01:00"flower fishing"Oh, hush. There is no need for false promises about updates. Or, for that matter, polite bitching about it.Me? Im good. Im exhausted. Im taking new turns, writingwise. At this moment, I am:semi-watching tv cause I semi-enjoy the guiltperfectly hungry, thank youlistening to death cab for cutiewilling to abandon private grammar usage for goodSchool is awesome. I mean, just wow. The ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1137077985436749922006-01-12T15:38:00.000+01:002006-01-12T15:59:45.500+01:00"The oldest trade in the world"You'll have to excuse me, I cant be sunshine and puppies all over you. See, the company isnt new to me, nor are the things Im doing here. Its the bending over and taking it in the ass charging per hour.Ouch.Im not happy here, not even close, miserable. Ouch. But, as these stories usually end, the pay's too good to give up. I was rather excited at first; doing ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1136978205644952412006-01-11T11:50:00.000+01:002006-01-11T17:32:16.866+01:00"Pride - Schmide"An update, a fabulous tale about the most awesome New Years and a panicky rant about upcoming obstacles are all much needed, I know. But let us not forget the true purpose of blogs, ah yes, the bitching.So to kick of 2006 properly, ladies and gentlemen, I give you;The classic rant about whats wrong, all done in haste, at workHow to get ahead in any swedish workplace* Always, ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1135289879632722902005-12-22T23:13:00.000+01:002006-01-10T16:42:12.936+01:00"You know the drill"Im leaving town for a couple of days, yada yada, itll suck, the island will be windy, Ill be bitching about it when I get home, ho hum, its the same every year, really. But, to the people who keep reading this (and lord knows my ego does benifit from comments, ahem), most of them irl-friends (you know I adore you, you rock), or whoever happens to pass by:Merry, Merry Christmasebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1135089771943647802005-12-20T15:07:00.000+01:002005-12-20T15:51:27.826+01:00"Again."Nothing like a couple of days at work to spark my office romance with blogger.In short, there will be a proper update later, two things bothering me:a) it should NOT be ok to bring your dog along to work. Never ever ok. Allergies arent that uncommon, people. But you know what? You scratch your dogs belly next to me, and I smoke my cigarettes, indoors, whenever I want. Deal? b) Im sick andebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1134641966454999902005-12-15T10:59:00.000+01:002005-12-15T11:27:30.870+01:00"JAH JAH"I know, I know, I shouldve been here earlier, but traffic was awful.See, yesterday was an exhausting day;Wrote a poem I was nuts about, realised in class postively noone would "get it" (ah, the missunderstood artist, etc), got kinda bummed out about that, found out Im getting the second highest grade in Creative Writing and am NOT happy about that. Seriously, I deserve the highest, I do.ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1134137628087268202005-12-09T14:53:00.000+01:002005-12-09T15:13:48.140+01:00"Cough, bow, and bask"Despite coughing up my lungs every five minutes, I did the presentation today, infront of oh, say a fourth of my class. Was very un-nervous indeed, and I couldve prepared more for it, sure, but the goal (apperently) was to give a "casual" presentation, and that is what I did. With the coughing, sneezing, chuckling at my own jokes and all that jazz.Was fairly confident (ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1133994389684736762005-12-07T23:11:00.000+01:002005-12-07T23:26:29.736+01:00"...Like something out of Neverhood"Snot for brains. I cant seem to shake this cold. Constantly dazed with a twist of Le Tired. Seeing how its so, we'll focus on todays class.Now, "creative writing", boy am I loving it. But (there's always a but), I do feel I haven't, uhm, er.. Evolved? Grown as a writer? Learned? Nope. Nothing.And the bitch is, talking to my classmates, they all think they have.ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1133385419481508512005-11-30T21:56:00.000+01:002005-11-30T22:16:59.570+01:00"23"...days later, and we can all agree on what happened. Or, of course we cant, that would mean I know for sure, and I sure dont.Right. What we're going to do here is say "Wednesdays!" out loud. Say it with me.Wednesday is liberation, from now on. I was close to putting this thing here to sleep for ever and ever. Internet is huge, yes, but Im not all comfortable with taking up space. ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1131384515903412512005-11-07T18:17:00.000+01:002005-11-07T19:07:26.290+01:00"For what its worth"In my dream I see their apartment. Its dark, humid and green/blueish of the never ending stream of images from the tv. Sometimes its just static on, but the images, or rather, the memories of the images, are still there.I know they share a psychic bond, him and her.Maybe she's his mother, or maybe he's just her neighbours older kid.Their bond increase when they eat off ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1129900285797246412005-10-21T14:41:00.000+02:002005-10-21T15:11:25.886+02:00"All these things we'll one day swallow whole" Usually Im fine with it, I dismiss them all, ALL, as idiots. Ignorant products of a derailing soceity, raised into ideas and unreal dialogues, "only comunicate in direct images and stereotypes, please".And then some days, like today, I just cant deal.I cant deal with being graded, commented, sized up. Im so sick of you being allowed to stare at me, ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1129224841843164842005-10-13T19:22:00.000+02:002005-10-13T19:34:01.850+02:00"that wasn't my intention, I did it for a reasonit must have got mixed up"Random: I did not only pass History, but I did it with a moderatly good grade. Did I deserve it? Oh hell no. But Im not complaining. Cheers. And now, its over. I dont have to look at it ever again. Orgasmic isnt even the word, peeps.By the 15th, I should have decided on what courses to apply for, and (here's the bitch) alsoebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1128980146265401952005-10-10T23:12:00.000+02:002005-10-10T23:35:46.273+02:00"The Process"Mtv's in swedish.We were brought up with Ray Cookes, Alternative Nation and, of course, english. Now, Im not sure of the idea behind this step, seeing how we first had "Europe", so chances for us seeing anything say asian or middle eastern were even smaller than they used to be, and then "Europe" turns out to be very scandinavian (noticed by the lack of french and german hip hop). ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1128618025430346022005-10-06T18:30:00.000+02:002005-10-06T19:04:04.876+02:00"Junebug's skipping like a stone"I might have used that title before, and I might be censored (New readers. Kids. Dont think too much of it, itll pass. 'Cept the vagueness. The vagueness stays.) like never before. But, tomorrow Im writing an obligatory essay in "advanced" english, in class, and I feel like Ive lost any linguistic skills I mightve had.(insert long break where I re-read my archivesebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1128356874922845132005-10-03T18:23:00.000+02:002005-10-03T18:27:54.946+02:00"Lips. Sealed."Oh wow, censorship. Very much so.You know what, you dont need to know right now. There are too many other cells in motion right now anyway. But, everything will come together to a larger, animated image in due time, and until you see it, know that Im happy. Pieces are returning. And everything is in motion.ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1127332435926123132005-09-21T21:40:00.000+02:002005-09-21T21:53:55.933+02:00"Perestrojka"So, the thing is, its not that I actually think Im dumber than all the other children. Its more that Im getting frustrated with my brain adapting so slow. Yes, this is school, yet again, get over it and start memorizing! You worthless lump of fuzz.Also, I guess you could say a few things about my discipline..But the main thing is; Seems like Im saying Crayfish, and people are hearingebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1127169465808857832005-09-20T00:26:00.000+02:002005-09-20T00:37:45.813+02:00"Ive got a secret to tell you"Phew. Many long and exhausting days, behind and infront of me. More on that, whenever I havent spent the last hours stress-writing some sheit paper on renaissance astronomers. Err..I think. Honestly? I have no idea what Ive written. Excellent.But, BUT.I loved it. Ive been counting the days, and there was no, mark my words, NO, dissapointment, whatsoever. Coming from ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1126565103236380332005-09-13T00:18:00.000+02:002005-09-13T00:45:03.276+02:00"Now thats a song"Oh wow. Is anything ever going to be normal to mine or anyones standards or what?Probably not, no.There's been a lot of t-shirts in the making, and Im all tired.Tired, because you know what? No-ones fixing this 'cept yours truly.Because no-one, 'cept me again, is going to make this feel any better. And me again is doing a pretty lousy job.(and oh yeah, me again had beers). (me ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1126476095148363422005-09-11T23:44:00.000+02:002005-09-12T00:01:35.156+02:00"Not inspiration, but goddamn might."Maybe its all the studying ahead of me? Or maybe its the empty feeling thats been haunting me? Or maybe it was seeing some irl's fearlessly keeping it up?Who really cares, the point is, Im back, Im here, I need it.Blogs been dying all around us kids, or at least changed, and Ill be damned if a little paranoia gets in my way of dissing smelly people and ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1124914763624026392005-08-24T22:17:00.000+02:002005-08-24T22:19:23.630+02:00"As the winds blew colder"No, Im not dead, she said.ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1123220149268959962005-08-05T07:28:00.000+02:002005-08-05T07:35:49.276+02:00"Taste the Rainbow"As Im running late, for the very last time, I dont seem to find the words and emotions on this day ofClap your hands, and what the hell, you might as well throw them up and in the air and. You know what to do with them.I feel as though Im leaving with a head held high though, and thats important to me. Things could easily gone the other way. Or they did, at times.Most of all, ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1123149050585839782005-08-04T11:38:00.000+02:002005-08-04T15:41:46.906+02:00"And she spoke"Let there be LightSummer isnt over just yet, no, dont goooo!It is the east, and Stockholm isnt the sun. Im way too cold and pale for this, global warming my ASS!The Good BookIKEA catalouge is here! This should be declared a national holiday, so we could stay home and plan our cheap, functional homes, in a nordic wood kinda colorscheme. Not that I would, but that wont stop me from ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1122958128138057632005-08-02T06:48:00.000+02:002005-08-02T11:35:05.563+02:00"And youll never call me butch again"If I die without ever trying to put up another shelf, Id die happy.Mock me all you want, Ive worked with powertools and HUGE buckets of paint, and Im stronger than I look, but thats nothing on getting a shelf up in your own room, and trying to do it NICE. And by NICE I mean, as long as nothings on fire or trying to make its way out of the wall, Im happy. Bah. ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1122898459361159492005-08-01T13:56:00.000+02:002005-08-01T14:14:19.370+02:00"My defences, Become fences"Im enjoying the sound of calm rain, easy jazz on the radio and a cappucino in the warm glow of this, if possible, crappier computer. Boss is off my back, New Girl trying her wings without my tender gudiance, and Im alone in my old office for once.Not much to do, but everyone else is keeping busy, I glance over the things Ive been putting up this last year. Mostly ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1122630458851751282005-07-29T11:34:00.000+02:002005-07-29T11:47:38.856+02:00"They used to call me tricky kid"There's a Tekken 3 tournament taking place tonight, and even though I wont be attending it, do NOT underestimate how serious these things are. They may appear harmful enough, a few friends gathering for drinks and games. Minus the violence, its all very PG. Sigh. Amateurs. Behind the laughters and good sportsmanship there's a bitter fight taking place. Loosers ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1122620256683862902005-07-29T08:50:00.000+02:002005-07-29T08:57:36.690+02:00"When I go forwards you go backwards and somewhere we will meet."Dear Sir, I have a complaint.ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1122555661768252192005-07-28T14:52:00.000+02:002005-07-28T15:01:01.776+02:00"We've lost Mansoor"Im alive stop Theyve taken my computer stop They torture me with long hours and minimal work to do stop Ive successfully managed to get rid of half of them stop And am now using donuts as bait for a trap which will buy me enough time to get out of here ALIVE stop They fear daylight and are attracted to sugar stop Im almost confident the trap will work stop If not remember to ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1122286475460973412005-07-25T12:08:00.000+02:002005-07-25T12:14:35.460+02:00That was fast"Right. Got my ass here. But it was oh to late. I must live with the burden of KaTe.well, f*kkers. I have to whatchamacallit... work now. Hope you hipcats and tropical tricksters have a gay time out in the real world."This was the first post I wrote here, and lets just say a lot of things have changed, and a lot havent.About the design, dont worry, this is only temp, I just had to ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1122277242418816952005-07-25T09:40:00.000+02:002005-07-25T09:40:42.426+02:00"Happy Birthday"Your mommy's a mess. And very very ill. Global Personality Test Results Stability (56%) moderately high which suggests you are relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic. Orderliness (13%) very low which suggests you are overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense too often of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment. Extraversion (70%) high which ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1122019128221514972005-07-22T09:30:00.000+02:002005-07-22T09:58:48.290+02:00"The revolution ends here"OhdearmercifulGodImsoweak. Back. Hurts. Fever. Ergh.Ive been supermonitored all week, and just havent had it in me to post at home. Lazy, I know. But keep in mind Im working on a lil sumthin sumthin, and keeping a second one. Dudes and dudettes, Im working on zillions of lil sumthin sumthins right now, without actually doing much. = Stress.Downside with having this new ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1121414209773310272005-07-15T09:36:00.000+02:002005-07-15T09:56:49.830+02:00"Things I shouldnt be doing at work.."I had a much needed break down yesterday.The letter from the schools triggered it, even though there was no real surpise in me not getting in, due to the whole History-incident. But still, it was a kick in the stomach I really couldnt handle, not this week.'S been a long time since I felt like this; like everyday was a struggle just to keep happy face on. ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1121333145245657502005-07-14T10:46:00.000+02:002005-07-14T11:25:45.263+02:00"Even the best of plans"Ah. My bad. See, "Or maybe all of this never happened" is partially true.I did send that email, and it tore me apart to do so.I did go to that picnic.What I didnt, was get a reply. None whatsoever. No call, no mail, nothing.And Im not surprised. But I needed it so bad. And what you wonderful people read below, commented on, and cared about, was nothing more than my wishfulebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1121239733401062572005-07-13T09:26:00.000+02:002005-07-13T09:28:53.690+02:00"And so it is.."I mailed him. Telling him not everything, but enough. I thought Id feel better by letting it drift away, cause obviously we're unable to break up in 3D. I didnt get a reply for the whole day, and honestly didnt think I would.Went to a picnic with friends I havent seen in a long time. Was fun, but the heat is like a thick blanket on all of us. My beer and cigarettes ran out, and soebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1121155788473799492005-07-12T10:05:00.000+02:002005-07-12T10:09:48.483+02:00"Counting the days"Re: Pending Amount RequestHi Edith ! Hope you will be fine. I was working in ***till end May 2005 & with your efforts I got my moneyreleased from (Boss) for three weeks (where I appearedbut my name wasnot in the list). Thanks for all that. But this time they forgot to pay me for 1 week when Iturned up as reserve in ***. I got only 450 for 3weeks ( as promised by (Boss)) butebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1121083161094534292005-07-11T13:50:00.000+02:002005-07-11T13:59:21.103+02:00"s why they call me the shrimp"If we were to skip all sad excuses for my abscence, Id jump right into my second love; Food.Its true, Ill be a lardass in a few years if I dont change my ways, but Ive been spoiled for too long to care about it now (also, Im getting showered with compliments several times a week, so who am I to disagree?).In the heat, I still dream about the funfairfood of my ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1120565222231705972005-07-05T13:50:00.000+02:002005-07-05T14:07:02.250+02:00"Shake your groovethang"Phew, for a moment, I lost myself:Lets do a lil dance for me being outta here soon,For all the times, I got yelled at, because You promised something and then didnt bother to tell me, even though both the misstake and promise are in My area of responsibility, lets do little whipgestures with our right hands. There you go.For all the really bad attitude Youve been showed meebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1120550087639656282005-07-05T09:52:00.000+02:002005-07-05T11:29:01.223+02:00"Snap Crackle and Pop"So I started writing a post with a fake.doc name, and before I know it, Im writing actual manuals and workrelated things. Let me just clarify; its still shit-early in the morning.Uhm, lesse, what to share, what to tell; I feel awful. I felt awful all of yesterday, and except an achy back (and I mean like, less mobility in my arm and neck - achy), there are no symptoms of ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1120142098078689302005-06-30T16:31:00.000+02:002005-06-30T16:34:58.086+02:00"Hang up on hang-ups"summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summmer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer(klick. dooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.)All play and no work makes Ed better.ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1120038803176156142005-06-29T11:15:00.000+02:002005-06-29T11:53:23.183+02:00"She's a diamond that wants to stay coal"Everything you can think of is true. More or less.I wish..Or no I dont, but I wish I could turn it on and off. This constant state of surprised. Dont get me wrong, its excellent, life's never dull, sure, you might be taken for a flake, dimwit, most of the time. See, most of you lot knows its not that easy. Just because you keep a childlike amazement for ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1119874132085773632005-06-27T14:02:00.000+02:002005-06-27T14:08:52.096+02:00"Paranoid dwellings pt 2"As far as sneaky surfing goes, Im growing quite good at it, and there is also the element of The Fukk do I care, Im outta here, which, partners, could only be described as post-coitalishly libertating. Right, thats not even a word.Still, today is the day my replacer will arrive. My heir, if you will. Have I been told-told about this? No, ofcourse not. Infact, Im not even ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1119535461059894162005-06-23T15:56:00.000+02:002005-06-23T16:04:21.066+02:00"You can leap"Im halfway out the door from work, and I wont be returning for three days. Heaven, it is. Although, lately, Ive been practising this rock n roll-selfdestructive lifestyle, where work merely function as those sluggish hungover hours.Huzzah for me.Its midsummers again, and seeing how last year had its bumps..I feel the need to make peace with this demon.ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1119434901248674342005-06-22T11:28:00.000+02:002005-06-22T12:08:21.306+02:00"Hedonistic Wednesday"Ah god help me, I hope Im wrong.In Beijing, its 17.29.57, and someone with a job similar to mine is now leaving work for the day. If they celebrated Midsummer, perhaps even for the weekend. If it was me, or the alternative me rather, I would change from my office sandals to sneakers, shut and lock down the office, put my sunglasses on, and sluggishly make my way home in the ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1119274611478086972005-06-20T15:10:00.000+02:002005-06-20T15:36:51.546+02:00"and it sounds like rain"Oh ho ho, sorry little ones. Ive been busy camping on my roof, worshiping the very coy sun and reading Ranma ½. Also there been scientific experiements, whether or not money has anything to do with eating properly. It does. Turns out, cheese = cheap, veggies = not. I miss vegetables and meat. And I dont think I have to remind you people that work in summer is terror. But,ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1118915095739282332005-06-16T11:40:00.000+02:002005-06-16T11:44:55.750+02:00"And may I ask who's calling?"I am this (there's not even a space between my fingers) close to unleashing some huge firearms and explosives on every poor sod who works with buildings in Stockholm.I know youre probably doing a great job, considering (what?), and there's probably a mrs Janitor or whatever. And I know dealing with you nobsniffers is my job.But if you diconnect me one more time, if ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1118830031896010182005-06-15T11:56:00.000+02:002005-06-15T12:07:11.903+02:00"But God broke your heart"And I am a wicked child. Not in the "UK Massive" sense of the word.First things first; Happy Birthday My Kinder-Bitchola! You may suck at updating your blog, but thats all. You save me, and put me out there, question me, and you rock my tiny universe. All love and kisses.Im so very restless at work, time is moving so incredibly slow and I saw Late Night Shopping again, ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1118737883401991212005-06-14T10:11:00.000+02:002005-06-14T10:31:23.480+02:00"Lock n Loll"Boss and Spy/Wife is away, Im doing it like the rats, and God Ive missed hardcore, online blogging. Word then paste-publish SO doesnt do it for me.Its been a dog of a weekend, peeps. Its been rock n roll, rum, foolishness and I dont know half of it.I met a friend who's lives in Oslo, and she just "Zing!" jumped me on the street. Was great, saved my night. Hungover I stumble up and ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1118312071788266702005-06-09T12:11:00.000+02:002005-06-09T12:14:31.796+02:00"Ive created a monster"I was groped on the bus this morning, and was going to write a whole piece on that, different experiences and how it makes you feel etc..Meh, you all have either been groped or heard the stories before, nothing new under the sun.What Im saying is, you wont be sad to hear that this planned post will be deleted in favour for these breaking news:We might have net up and ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1118231725554104022005-06-08T13:54:00.000+02:002005-06-08T13:55:25.560+02:00"Lets get it on"Quick update:Its so ok. We kissed and made up, she mustve read this, put her sunglasses on and looked as hot as ever. Forced me to walk down to the water, follow the tracks all the way to the Thai Boat, sit down here and there and just take in the water. Oh you guys, Stockholm has so much water, you wouldnt believe it. And on the other side, not like the greens here, there is old,ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1118225220715711782005-06-08T12:06:00.000+02:002005-06-08T13:57:24.456+02:00"Modersmal & Relationer"Just..Forget it. Leave it. This is what happens when writing is limited to split seconds, trying to catch the essence of what you were going for, and mind = punisher, spill all over your baby keyboard.Was unfocused and misaimed frustration from my part, and there shoudlnt be any appologies exchanged, cause we're both right.My other relations though, arent working as ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1118154640907785622005-06-07T16:28:00.000+02:002005-06-07T16:32:41.450+02:00"Type type type type 8 hour post"(unfocused for her pleasure)When I was twelve, I used to want three things more than anything.I wanted my echsema to go away (and with it, I thought, my allergies), my breasts to grow, and my parents to divorce.Neither of this really happened, atleast not like I wanted it to.But in my mind, I remember thinking everything would change for the better with it, and ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1118089794518881632005-06-06T22:06:00.000+02:002005-06-06T22:29:54.540+02:00"Ringu"Still no net, no phone and now, no cell. Or its there, mocking me with its existence, but trying to actually get through to people is a joke.So, Eddi's been an island. If that was true, I would recommend get-aways to me.Ive got a nice temprature and a fascinating landscape. Upkeep is, considering the circumstances, good. I provide both energetic nightlife and stimulating cultural ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1117714227995892802005-06-02T13:53:00.000+02:002005-06-02T14:10:28.003+02:00"My Secret Child"...And sometimes its harder to leave.There's been a lot of playing Pop-Ups in the blogging realm, and Ive been ever so tempted myself, due to all the censoring and forcing I have to do here.Now, she's been flickering around here for a while, more like the light than the moth, but (naturally) very Bjork, and we all know I adore her.Im sad to see you leave, honey.On the other hand,ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1117611174664106082005-06-01T09:28:00.000+02:002005-06-01T09:32:55.026+02:00"For all intents and purposes, it's easier to leave" I was out of options with nowhere left to go I was much to young back then baby, just a kid And it just seemed I stayed that way no matter what I did Welliwell well, havent we've been juvenile lately. Nevermind those four and a half hours of sleep, lets go and smoke in this new law. So we did and now I feel all shite-esque.So, let's say it ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1117529425393785842005-05-31T10:44:00.000+02:002005-05-31T10:54:32.490+02:00"Neko no ongaeshi" It couldnt be more obvious; Im not supposed to be here right now.Its cold. Im at work. Me and Flatmate met up her ..uhm...boyfriend (?) on the way home. Im broke. Im too pale, and too pretty for this stinking country (ahem).Also, starting tomorrow, no matter what the weather, there'll be no smoking in cafes/bars/pubs/restaurants. No matter what my personal opinions on this, it ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1117189138406602682005-05-27T12:17:00.000+02:002005-05-27T12:22:01.880+02:00"Come closer"I should be working, sweating, cursing and joining the Friday Madness, but all I can think of is me sitting on a plane in a few hours.So Im sorry, Vjacheslav, Nwofor, Fu & Xu, Sawyer, Skliarskij, today you will not get my full attention. Considering the little bundle of joy Ive been lately, maybe you should thank whatever god you worship for it.Yesterday was crazy, Boss took me out ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1116965837302263482005-05-24T21:48:00.000+02:002005-05-24T22:17:17.320+02:00"What?"Im deaf on one ear, Ive been eating stupid amounts of pills to keep the fever down. Am feeling better now. Kids, western medicine do work.So me and flatmate are crossing the water, raising hell and doing London.I promised her this in a weak (drunk?) moment some time ago, and as usual, its going to be great getting out of town for the weekend. Ill be horribly broke when I return, but ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1116777483223990472005-05-22T17:40:00.000+02:002005-05-22T17:58:03.230+02:00"Congratulations"I might have a hard time admitting Im wrong, but I do take pride in the fact that Im a big enough person to give cred to those who deserve it. So here goes.Congratulations, rapists, killers, muggers, psychopaths and whoever, who've managed to take my drunken nightly walks from me. Thanks. Congratulations, media, in your success of not only scaring the crap out of me (and a lot ofebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1116413392352332532005-05-18T12:48:00.000+02:002005-05-18T12:49:52.356+02:00"Size him up, good and proper"Weather here’s funny. I stepped over the random drunken remains in my kitchen, and looked out my window. It looked like shirt and sandals today.It looked like the mornings are really cold, all the way thru July, and around noon youre carrying sweatshirt, socks, shirt and wishing you could sit here in your bra.It also looked like an I shouldnt be working-day, and I amebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1116326550056495332005-05-17T12:29:00.000+02:002005-05-17T12:42:30.063+02:00"Now that I dont think of you"Amazing, how addicted I am. I get all restless and frustrated when I cant cruise the net catching up on other blogs/comments and mail. The fact that I havent "seen" a lot of people since thursday is actually getting under my skin. I really thought it wouldnt, but oh dear god, the withdrawl.Come friday, come money, and how high the moon, Ill be saving up for that muchebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1115981931034835172005-05-13T12:41:00.000+02:002005-05-13T12:58:51.040+02:00"One o' clock stomp!"I see myself as a political prisoner. Ive been deprived my pride, my time, freedom and finally, my internet. There'll be no messenger, there'll be no checking private mails, be careful with what pages I open during my lunch. We dont want someone to get the wrong impression, do we?Now who, exactly, would that be? The ziljons of people storming me down unless I lock both doors,ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1115906838883211992005-05-12T15:32:00.000+02:002005-05-12T16:07:19.086+02:00"For what its worth"Its not the malfunction of internet and phone, making me unable to print my essay, causing me to fail this course, AGAIN, that bothers me per se. Naturally I was a bit upset over their lack of flexibility, and judging tone on a poor sod that havent had the chance to plan or even think ahead. And then I realise its all my fault, and thats when I cursed and hurt my thumb (on theebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1115646585972394262005-05-09T14:04:00.000+02:002005-05-09T15:49:46.123+02:00"She don't know that I have stole my smile from a cheshire cat"I know, I know what we've agreed on excessive blogging, meaning more than one a day. Im very fond of the edit function as well (heh, how can I NOT be?) but when the boss is away, and Im being all scatterheart, how else am I supposed to celebrate?Now, we're all familiar with what warmer weather does to the male physique. Younger male ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1115625616719500102005-05-09T09:07:00.000+02:002005-05-09T10:00:16.923+02:00"Don't confuse my only life"(Oh and I had this rillyrilly cool rain pic, but forgot to put it up. Im on it tonight. Hopefully. Have to be careful with what I promise nowadays.)For three or four years ago, I was convinced I was going to not only do childrens books, but also comics and (jees, those wings are made of wax) some sort of manifest-like book that supposedly would fix a lot of common ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1115388597643125732005-05-06T15:20:00.000+02:002005-05-06T16:09:59.220+02:00"hush, puppy"Why oh why cant I fit into my (cute but) thick skull that drinking on a weekday, when work is stomping its feet at 6 am, isnt such a great idea. My marbles are dislocated and my knife is too shiny. It hurts.Is more fatigue than a proper hangover really, they just happen to feel the same.Nice thing about too little sleep and fluid, get you thinking, about a lot of stuff, not just how ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1115105323260719072005-05-03T08:29:00.000+02:002005-05-03T09:28:43.263+02:00"Perhaps you need another persona?"Long time, no see, queridas.In tradition, this weekend shouldve been spent (Saturday) drinking while staring at/jumping about in giant bonfires, (Sunday) hungover-protesting against (mostly) how the high taxes are spent/injustices in our lil land, and (Sunday) doing the income-tax return. All in tradition; you should not find all your papers, codes, internet ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1114722824182876382005-04-28T23:11:00.000+02:002005-04-28T23:17:30.723+02:00"svenska"hon hånar mig.Och för vad det är värt, vet jag inte hälften av tiden vad jag håller på med.De sk råd och moraler jag spyr ut är inte mer än upprepade lyckokakor, håll till godo, tio minuter okej?..Pssh. Som gamla lakritstrollet sa; Ibland vet jag inte vilket kuvert jag ska stå på, hälsingland.ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1114676277104960332005-04-28T09:07:00.000+02:002005-04-28T10:17:57.106+02:00"France, braindamage, coffee and a huge box of condoms"Sounds like a hoot, huh? Wasnt.My abscence started as I was avoiding, yeah you heard me; avoiding, internet and compy at home. Was consuming time I didnt have, and lured me into thinking passing this test wasnt that important. Also, flatmade did a nice job with serving me entertainment and chocolatepudding. Fuck yeah.No words, just..You know.ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1113996457654349302005-04-20T12:52:00.000+02:002005-04-20T13:27:37.656+02:00(Untitled)Today is not a good day. Might be pms. Might be everything uninspiring I have to focus on right now. Everything thats pulling me back and forth.Might be the retards rehearsed lines, over and over again.Today is just a 'kill me now' kinda day, we all have them, and I dont have anything new to say about them. Coffee barely touched my lips, as Im so busy it keeps getting cold before I haveebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1113750009250509642005-04-17T16:45:00.000+02:002005-04-17T17:00:09.253+02:00"When all else fails"Ill still fall back on my first love, my first high, my first stroke, the really cool thing is that she needs me as much as I need her. Why? I make her look better. I make her look like herself. Her true persona shines thru, but sometimes she needs a little help, so I rub off. I make others see too.This was about a month ago, when the night was still off-limits due to the ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1113554185443104782005-04-15T09:29:00.000+02:002005-04-15T10:36:25.446+02:00"In the instant that I preach"A few announcements, please:My flatmate now has her blog up. As much as I dislike the idea of yet another real-life-person reading this here, I kinda dig her too much to ignore the blog itself.Please see to it that this incredible song will be played at my funeral. Ill let you know if I change my mind. If you havent heard it/listened to it in a couple of years, I ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1113476406752788562005-04-14T12:36:00.000+02:002005-04-14T13:00:06.753+02:00"All I really wanna do..."As Im riding high on the coffee and sugar wave, I can easily forget those unnerving sentences left in my kitchen, on a week old newspaper. I can se past the fact that I am hornier than a cat in March (or whenever they do their thing).If we continue this 'bigger picture' deal we're surfing, I feel pretty damn good about a lot of things.Call it some sort of creative ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1112799758295900422005-04-06T13:18:00.000+02:002005-04-06T17:02:38.296+02:00"Kiss my cigarette and smoke my eyelids"We're all getting ready for yet another unnecessary, tedious meeting, but Ill try to get this down, FYI and all that jizz.I need a drivers license, and a fast (oldish) jeep. At the moment, I could kill for the possibility to drive, smoke and listen to Dylan. Ive got a leatherjacket for it and everything. Personally Ive always prefered bigger cars/vehicles/ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1112706938558660162005-04-05T14:45:00.000+02:002005-04-05T15:15:38.560+02:00"Charmed, Im sure"About fucking time. Not to get all sour and bitter on you, but I (once again) have been caressed by Lady Lucks smooth thigh.Thing is; My grades are all messed up and I wouldnt say Im exactly proud of them. However, Ive been a good lil camper and lifted some of it, leaving out history. For various reasons. It mightve been my mothers long, long and tedious rants about it, it ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1112615981377367722005-04-04T13:17:00.000+02:002005-04-04T13:59:41.380+02:00"Telling me winning is now or never"Kids! Kids!It is time, Gehenna is near, it is (all signs are saying so - drumroll, please- ) Week of Decision.Oh what to decide first, I wouldnt know. You all know what to do in that lil commentthingy down there.A) School, Study, Brain and Future. See, my plan is to apply to whatever will have me. Just need to get started. We're talking literature in different ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1112126728939706162005-03-29T21:39:00.000+02:002005-03-29T22:05:28.943+02:00"Nothing fits"Nothing fits. Clothes too small or big. Music's all wrong. Its cold, but Im sweating. The apartment is clean and sorted, but my room's a mess. Everythings a mess. Lets do this freely now. Tread carefully and..Wait for it..And start the tap. Go.Free spirit. Im not. Too many monsters got their ugly chains around me now, Im crawling close to the ground. The ground happened to be these ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1111415244665493732005-03-21T14:46:00.000+01:002005-03-21T15:27:24.670+01:00"No hero in her sky"See, everything has its natural process. Like with illness, youre cured when youre cured. You might go out, look fantastic, have a great time, not faking it, in anyway. But thats because its just muted with lots of painkillers and will. The idea of how things work goes a long way, dont you forget it.Youre still just supressing, ignoring, the fever and swollen throat. Saying ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1111156328452080172005-03-18T15:00:00.000+01:002005-03-18T16:09:39.593+01:00"don't you know there ain'tno devil, there's just god when he's drunk"I thought about it, but I couldnt see. Thank you. Seriously, I owe this guy for keeping me..uhm..Sane(?) at work.Im looking forward to a quiet, clean and nice weekend. Knowing my flatmate (and myself on payday = today) there might be change of plans, but a girl can dream, cant she?After recent clash with boss, regarding my "ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1110964249115757262005-03-16T09:42:00.000+01:002005-03-16T10:10:49.116+01:00"Early morning deprevations"Background: I am, by all means, so unbelievably broke at the moment. Im not sure if this the whole reason, or maybe just a certain precentage, but Im blaming it nonetheless. I mean, I wish, WISH, I had enough action this year to be worrying about a pregnancy.Present: I have cravings. Cravings for anything deepfried (preferably donuts or french fries) from 8 am to ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1110892776435400592005-03-15T13:08:00.000+01:002005-03-15T14:19:36.436+01:00"Im just reciting the memorized lines"We were somewhere around close-to-lunch on the edge of the office when the coffee began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should type. . . ." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the ceiling was full of what looked like huge whores, all swooping and screeching and diving around the computerebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1110751382757666652005-03-13T22:29:00.000+01:002005-03-13T23:03:02.760+01:00"Writers, free beer and madness. What could possibly go wrong?"Absolutely nothing, thats what.Friday kicked in with a change of plans, which meant a highly sober/broke night out, only saved by the japanese-ness and style of the place we went to. Also; bonus points for excellent people. Kids, you need good people. Just..Think about it.Barely rested, and very sluggish I had a quick cup of coffee ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1110555373441550442005-03-11T16:16:00.000+01:002005-03-11T16:36:13.443+01:00"Now, before you go all apeshit on me.."You must have me confused with someone else.Blogger was acting up the two nights I had free for some actual writing here, so here I am, ad-libbing at work. Reasons for the slow update are many, but mostly, we're talking censoring, kids.Strangely, there's not much to report from la vida ed. We had rough weeks at work, with Boss developing something I could ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1109925113964346872005-03-04T09:13:00.000+01:002005-03-04T09:31:53.966+01:00"And they looked at me as I went"'Cept this nagging feeling that I might have done something I shouldnt have, this morning was indeed an extraordinary one. Just because it wasnt. This is a spanking new feeling, to feel just as I did yesterday. I swear, if Fridays didnt mean panic here, I couldve sworn it was Thursday again and I, somehow, got stuck in some Groundhog Day.Some drunk man shouting inebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1109851581139559032005-03-03T12:41:00.000+01:002005-03-03T13:07:39.510+01:00"to tame a clown"This lunch I decided that tuna is definatly On!, headaches seem like the new thing to do, much like bailing on yours truly is, and Thom Yorke is a personal siren.This week I decided that Im kind of sick of people labelling me as a Jester, not that I mind being one now and then, but its a bit too shallow to fit petit moi. Also in the trashbin is; One extremely uncomfortable ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1109582151811082112005-02-28T09:25:00.000+01:002005-02-28T10:15:51.813+01:00"If I expect my Body to try and keep up with my mind"Its not like you actually expect this weather to NOT affect you. When everything is moving slower but panicky, just because there's the constant threat of ice/snow falling down on you, killing you, if the pain caused by the cold in your lungs wont, and your asthmatic feet stumble like a toodlers through the slippery mass.And rest..Youre on the ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1109527175282927162005-02-27T18:45:00.000+01:002005-02-27T18:59:35.283+01:00"she sat in her tower"We're all snowed in, and if I dont make it, tell my Mom I love her, no matter our differences. Or..Lack of differences, whatever.It just wont stop, and my skin is (with right) manifesting its dislike for anything below 10 degrees celsius.Ive had a nice surreal weekend. In fact, Im having the best sunday blues Ive had in months. I have food, movies, cleaning to do (and it ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1109173927950638932005-02-23T16:36:00.000+01:002005-02-23T16:52:07.956+01:00"What do you mean Im 'not working'?"So much wrongness in so little time.Voices whisper of a virus that hits all your contacts on your msn, they say its a link. Im thrilled, delighted and in awe (very much so).And I might be in love, but Im not allowed to be.ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1109154009087778882005-02-23T09:00:00.000+01:002005-02-23T11:20:09.086+01:00"until the desired constellation appears"Im insanely japanese today. Im wearing a hood with a print thats absolute nonsense, orange sweatband and even a pokemon keyring in my jeans. Those who have the pleasure of seeing this hardly recognize me. Its marvellous.I tend to 'dress up' almost every day. Keeps me happy, my mornings have some sort of purpose and if nothing else, my coworkers confused ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1109085522618845492005-02-22T15:05:00.000+01:002005-02-22T16:18:42.620+01:00"Transparent Dwellings"I was thinking, am I going to post today? What would I post about?Sure, I actually did stuff yesterday, almost worth mentioning. They were shallow, easy going and sometimes I dont recognize myself. I could go on and on about work, but Im so tired of complaining about something Im not trying to fix. Even though the jumped-to-conclusions, prejudice and suspicions is choking ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1108979610746083332005-02-21T10:30:00.000+01:002005-02-21T10:53:30.746+01:00"Hold on, just hold on"It was sort of bound to happen, one way or another. As my coffeebuzz finally hit, and as the virusscan reached 71 infected objects (I hate leaving my computer unauthorized for a week)I heard the news from a friend. As common as disbelief is in these kinds of situations, all I could think was enough.Enough death around me already. I was thinking the lovely gonzoking was ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1108463295008785762005-02-15T10:28:00.000+01:002005-02-15T11:28:15.013+01:00"we are accidents, waiting waiting to happen"Besides the the fact it took me more than twelve hours to actually get to London, and my head is sad snotfilled excuse for whatever I intend to put down here, I hate writing these things. Cause you read them, and might read them wrong.During my Lord of the Ringslike adventure, I was standing in heavy winds and germans for about 2-3 hours. Even though Iebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1108075186528384892005-02-10T19:27:00.000+01:002005-02-10T23:39:46.526+01:00"The perfect child facsimile is"
To all my roosters, Happy New Year! Not sure what this'll mean for us, but it cant be all bad, right?
Im leaving this town tomorrow, play nice and I might come back.
At the moment, flatmate is doing everything she can to keep me from packing/sleeping ("Ooh, remember this in Neverhood?" "Hey, you want some popcorn" etc..) and I have to get a move on.
Sweet ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1107899543756415872005-02-08T22:28:00.000+01:002005-02-08T22:52:23.756+01:00"I said if you're in love let go of my hand now"
After all, Ive been called random at times.
Im so happy/jealous/envious, its not even funny.
I promised myself that if I saw her again, at the busstation, I would somehow greet her. Today she stood there, again, and she had seriously fucked up blue eyes, weird hair and an ugly bag. I braced myself and smiled "politely" and nodded to her. Its ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1107780474381074832005-02-07T13:42:00.000+01:002005-02-07T13:47:54.380+01:00"Ode to Mom n Dad"
As an only child, its sometimes much to bare.
Im sure Ill find it tough caring for you, when you, in the autumn of life, will be mere vegetables. Shells of too many drinks and cigarills.
When all your politics, ideas and arts have run through you like the too strong coffee you taught me to drink.
And presuming Ill have money enough to put you in a decent home, cause face it, ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1107526631741703852005-02-04T11:44:00.000+01:002005-02-04T15:17:11.743+01:00"in all the places you're not allowed"
So. Fucking finally.
Quick recap:
Work: stayed home three days due to MAYOR stomachpains (ulcer), came back and tried to keep spirits up and hair down. Worked sorta fine until black out (no, I didnt save), boss keep sabotaging my work (yes, lets call things by their proper names, shall we?), retards and shoulder popping in and out, in other words: General ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1106957994004567972005-01-29T01:12:00.000+01:002005-01-29T01:19:54.003+01:00"Out of all the strawberry mules.."
So lesse. There was the fireing people, check, and there was the not giving a fuck, check, and oh yeah, social events. Uhm..Check?
Im now moderatly drunk, and Ive survived this week too. Found out two mutual long term friends are boinking eachother, always something I encourage.
Dad's ok. Of course.
Im such a hippie. And thats about it, really.
Just..Most ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1106822453360227852005-01-27T11:05:00.000+01:002005-01-27T11:40:53.360+01:00"The Return of Broken Home"
Here's the dealio, gringos; The world spins faster and faster.
This weeks vomit colors are:
* The fleshy red of family-oriented anger. My dad's in the hospital. Again. This is the third time in little over a year, and yes, its the old ticker.
See, Im torn in this. On one hand, I love not having run into my drunk mom, or sit through horrible reminders of my teens (akaebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1106573975257420552005-01-24T13:41:00.000+01:002005-01-24T14:39:35.256+01:00"I don't want to straight-face you,
Race or chase you, track or trace you,
Or disgrace you or displace you"
And the really weird part is, I barely believe in self-fulfilling prophecys, because I usually expect the worse, and that never happens.
They said that today was the most depressing day of the year, and as little I may believe it, I thought Id play it safe and exclaim the world official ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1106357609685006792005-01-22T02:02:00.000+01:002005-01-22T02:33:29.686+01:00"confessions are for pansys and schoolgirls, or what do I know"
Madness, madness, madness.
I hate having to tell people "Seriously? I have no idea why 'we' (as in my boss) took your salary for that week, youll have to ask him that...Yes, I know its my job to do this, but hell, he's sucha friendly fella, he just want to help a girl out, you know. From what Ive heard he's got big secretary plans ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603684.post-1106171466279706952005-01-19T22:24:00.000+01:002005-01-19T22:51:06.280+01:00"Mediocracy is a joke"
At 6 am (or sometimes 7.15, and then you can just skip this paragraph and jump to 11)I jump out of bed, into our soon-to-be-demolished bathroom, which smells of ..God knows what, really, and fear Ill catch The Uber Cold as I stand there, shaking, looking at myself naked from every possible direction. No, it really cant be helped. You're everywhere. Naked. Yeah, top of the ebitchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270116118693467721noreply@blogger.com