Holy hell, my statistics show that I actually have readers! Welcome, thee that has no life at all! 
So, the story of my life. I work. I go to work at dawn, get home at 16.46 (Yes, this is europe, no am – pm shit), cook, go for a walk, get home, go to bed about as early as retired people do, get up at 5.35. I know what you’re thinking. Yes, it does hurt to get up that early. But on the other hand I love going home from work and watching the other suckers having to stay there until 18.00. Besides all the getting up at the crack of dawn, work is killer, I love it to death, and I’m getting paid to do what I like and what I’m good at! Another bonus is that I seem to have made some work-pals, which isn’t that horrible.
When I’m not working I try to amuse myself either by buying stuff at Götgatan (any store will do really) or going home and have dinner just in time for Cops at tv6 (the batteries for my remote went flat, so I’ve been stuck with the same channel for ages, who needs batteries when you can have a new shirt? )
Tonight I’m having a few pints just because I want to. I have had time to take a trip to the countryside to visit sweet miss Johanna and her insane dog Kakan. We managed to sunbathe and I only burnt some parts of myself, not all of me which seems to be the standard procedure. I am somewhat proud of myself.
Oh yes biatches, I get tanned easily! Send all your fanmail to me immediatley (hahaha, spelling is hard, dammit)! Anyhooo, time to pull the plug before I start massemailing ppl and telling the how much I looohooohooove them. I could die for less.
