Peace & Love 2007
I hate myspace. Have been trying to upload some new songs forever, with the same result every goddamn time - either I sound like a man due to the songs mysteriously being played in slow-mo, or they just won't play at all. Gaaah. How come the wonder of the modern world wonders consists solely in the fact that they once in awhile actually - actually - work. Sing Hallelujah if a computer someday manages to do what it's supposed to. I hate Bill Gates. I know it's irrelevant in the matter, but I do anyhow, & seeing how good it feels, will continue to do so whatever you have to say about it. Hah! Bill, I hate you. I really, really do.
Alright. I feel better already. Funny how those things work. It's 00.22, it's Thursday night & I'm once again considering hanging around until Abe gets off. The next last day at work tomorrow, so I might want to be able to enjoy it, since I definitely will miss all the crazy people there. But fact is I will miss Abe too, & this is basically our last chance to make a habit out of nightly beer drinking & world talking. As usual, I cannot for my life make up my mind. Maybe I should just take a nap for an hour or two. Sleep on it haha.
Oh, & Oh My Fucking God. Borlänge? Mr Mraz, what the hell are you thinking? I still haven't fully comprehended it, but I do know that we need to be there. I also know that this is excatly the kind of thing we do best. When life hands you 'Whaaaaat?!'s, you just got to take 'em, laugh your heart out about it & be grateful. Hey babe, I figured out our motto today; 'Expect nothing less than unexpectedness.' How about that? Pretty perfect, isn't is. I'm not even sure 'unexpectedness' is a word, but who cares. Hey, it is now.
It's so hard for me to understand that in less than a week I'll be seeing you all again (most of you, anyways), I'll be eating filmjölk & Marsvinsholms ost & drinking real coffee again. Good tasting beer & cheap wine & vodka c-brus. It's strange, but Port Olimpic feels much closer over here than good old Malmö does. I don't know why, but almost every day I find myself stuck in memories of bobbing waves, loud disco music & week old stolen drinks (haha, or sleeves full of straws hahaha). Maybe it's because it was a life style not completely different from the one over here. Maybe because it's the most recent home away from home I've had. Or maybe it's just because of the fact that the Sepehora lip gloss has been used constantly these past months. & nothing sure does smell exactly like lazy days & crazy nights than that lip gloss does.
Anyhow, any which way. Nap time. Sleep well, loved ones. I am very happy to say that you've increased in numbers fast lately. You can never have too many faces in the back pockets of your heart, nor can you be stuffed in too many pockets of others'. But you can eat too many cookies. I found pepparkakor in a store today. They have a weird coffee taste to them, & they're kind of old, but they have a Swedish flag on the box & they all seem to brake in three pieces when you tap them with your knuckle. I am officially coockied out.
Peace & Love 2007
D.
Alright. I feel better already. Funny how those things work. It's 00.22, it's Thursday night & I'm once again considering hanging around until Abe gets off. The next last day at work tomorrow, so I might want to be able to enjoy it, since I definitely will miss all the crazy people there. But fact is I will miss Abe too, & this is basically our last chance to make a habit out of nightly beer drinking & world talking. As usual, I cannot for my life make up my mind. Maybe I should just take a nap for an hour or two. Sleep on it haha.
Oh, & Oh My Fucking God. Borlänge? Mr Mraz, what the hell are you thinking? I still haven't fully comprehended it, but I do know that we need to be there. I also know that this is excatly the kind of thing we do best. When life hands you 'Whaaaaat?!'s, you just got to take 'em, laugh your heart out about it & be grateful. Hey babe, I figured out our motto today; 'Expect nothing less than unexpectedness.' How about that? Pretty perfect, isn't is. I'm not even sure 'unexpectedness' is a word, but who cares. Hey, it is now.
It's so hard for me to understand that in less than a week I'll be seeing you all again (most of you, anyways), I'll be eating filmjölk & Marsvinsholms ost & drinking real coffee again. Good tasting beer & cheap wine & vodka c-brus. It's strange, but Port Olimpic feels much closer over here than good old Malmö does. I don't know why, but almost every day I find myself stuck in memories of bobbing waves, loud disco music & week old stolen drinks (haha, or sleeves full of straws hahaha). Maybe it's because it was a life style not completely different from the one over here. Maybe because it's the most recent home away from home I've had. Or maybe it's just because of the fact that the Sepehora lip gloss has been used constantly these past months. & nothing sure does smell exactly like lazy days & crazy nights than that lip gloss does.
Anyhow, any which way. Nap time. Sleep well, loved ones. I am very happy to say that you've increased in numbers fast lately. You can never have too many faces in the back pockets of your heart, nor can you be stuffed in too many pockets of others'. But you can eat too many cookies. I found pepparkakor in a store today. They have a weird coffee taste to them, & they're kind of old, but they have a Swedish flag on the box & they all seem to brake in three pieces when you tap them with your knuckle. I am officially coockied out.
Peace & Love 2007
D.
posted by Dorothy Lux at 6:54 AM
2 Comments:
Din lilla skitunge.Lägga ut ett så vackert kort på mig i förra bloggen.Men kramen skickar jag härigenom.Vad är vodka c-brus och var hittar du billig sån?du skulle skriva på svenska så att jag inte behövde använda min hjärna så mycket.Skynda dig hem!!!
Jo, jag har det bra. kommer hem till midsommar. ses kanske då.. du sjunger fint, särskilt om natten. kram.
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