Excessive curiosity will be satisfied.

It was Wednesday afternoon last week, and I was just leaving work, and as I got out from the 9 hours prison (lunch included) I realised that it was both warm(ish) and sunny outside. As I passed the stop where I usually get on the bus, I though “I can either go home stright away, and sit on my own and be miserable for the rest of the evening, or I can just go for a walk and enjoy this nice afternoon. So I did, beginning with crossing Västerbron (picture 1 and 2) which is the longest bloody bridge ever, you always regret beginning to cross it when you’ve passed half of it. Anyhow, I passed it and went for a walk around the eastern part of Långholmen which was really nice with all the leaves and sunshine and all, and if I had had a better camera with me, there would have been more pictures showing Stockholm all dresses in yellow and a decent kind of orange So no monsters will be found in the pics

My God I’m no good at keeping all of my fans updated. I’m doing another list just to keep your mental states in order:

Use the phonebook on your cell to answer the questions.

Have you kissed no. 2?
Nope.

What’s you relation to no. 20?
He’s my uncle.

When are you going to meet no. 30?
This Saturday probably.

Is no. 18 cute?
Not really.

What was your first impression of no. 13?
Hello freak.

Do you like no. 14?
Nope.

Have you met no. 3 during the last month?
Yep, both of them.

When are you going to meet no. 25 again?
I have absolutely no idea.

Are you a close friend to no. 23?
Not absurdly close, but we’re friends.

Have you been on a date with no. 4?
No, and I wouldn’t even think about it.

Would you consider dating no. 35?
No, not even if I was a man.

What do you and no. 5 usually talk about?
How stupid men are, and business.

Would you like to hug no. 9?
Like and like… I could.

What’s the relationship between you and no. 24?
They are my grandparents.

What would you like to do with no. 26?
Play Guitar Hero and drink beer.

What is the best thing about no. 8?
He’s fun to be around.

Do you meet no. 16 often?
Not really since it’s a taxi company.

Woohoo, most boring list I’ve ever made. If I had something even remotely interesting, Id’ tell, but my life is mostly work work work and noooo play.

I make such interesting observations on the metro, if not daily then at least once every two weeks. Today there was this father with his two daughters and his son, son may have been 3, and the girls 5 and 8. Anyway, of course these horrible brats darling children thought of the train as the perfect place to beat each other senseless, or at least the youngest girl thought it was a good idea to paint the inside of the train with her brothers blood and, surprise, surprise, these children have the lamest father in the universe. “No, don’t do that. Listen to me, please stop. Why can’t you just stop when I tell you to. Stop it…” and so on in the lowest voice ever. It kept on going like that until the lovely young girl had kicked her brother in the face and her father grabbed her to tell her to stop, and what do you know, this darling child starts punching her own father while screaming because she thought is was a really great idea to beat her brother and couldn’t believe why she wasn’t allowed to rip his eyes out.

I may be a bit medieval when it comes to raising children… but if I had been hitting any of my parents after not listening for ten minutes and behaving like nuts… I’m not saying that you should physically punish on your children (because that is a bit over the top), but no child has ever died from a few sharp words including some following kind of fun punishment like no tv for a small lifetime until they learn to behave in public. Another option may be to send them back to the zoo

Today may have been one of the most boring days ever at work. There is nothing to do. Nothing. And I’m not just saying that there’s nothing to do, because there really isn’t, and all the stuff that should have been done during times like this when there is nothing to do, have already been done. Poor me. So I have to sit on my ass for eight hours, and wait and wait and wait, and that is plain torture when the weather is lovely and you’ve got a beach and two parks within 300 meters.

So besides doing nothing, I sit at home and do… well, nothing. But sitting at home is less painful that sitting at work. Here I’ve got tv, beer, piles of dishes, stuff that I should go recycle and so on…

Funny thing is that I spoke to /e-mailed this guy about problems that he’s been having with out intranet, and he said, and I quote; “Thank you for your fast and competent answer”. Huuuuh? Since when am I classified as being competent? Is he aware that it’s me he’s talking to? Truly weird, and somewhat cool.

When I’m not filling my head with work, or non-work, I try to figure out what the heck to do with my hair (and that’s about all I can fit into my brain since I’m a girl, one more thought about really serious matters such as nailpolish and I’d blow all my fuses). It’s beginning to be very blonde-ish. I’m not sure if I should just leave it as it is and accept my cruel faith or just dye it and be happy for the next 4-6 weeks.

Sorry about the face, it’s been like that since my facemask-incident. At least I look happy, right?

And still… I have this urge, this lust, this need for another pair…

Sometimes you get really bored when travelling, so you can always use your phone for some minor entertainment:

And these are my legs today, notice the fab socks…

Place mask on face and relax for 15 minutes. You’re worth it.

OK, exactly how is making me look like a mix between an ugly Ukrainian female wrestler and a blowfish covered in paper going to get me to feel relaxed?

Ok, I’m going to do this again, but this is the iTunesversion!

Will it be ok?
Honey honey

How are you feeling today?
The last day of summer

How do your friends see you?
Stork Donnington

Will you get married?
Sounds like a melody

What’s your best friends themesong?
(S)aint

What is the story of your life?
Daddy Cool

What was high school like?
It ain’t easy

How can you get ahead in life?
Filmstar

What is the best thing about your friends?
We float

What is tonight going to be like?
Panic

What song describes you?
For Emily, whenever I may find her

To describe your grandparents?
Bend me, shape me

How is your life going?
Code of the road

What song will they play at your funeral?
Zerstören

How does the world see you?
Put your head on my shoulder

Will you have a happy lif
Walking back to happiness

What do your friends really think of you?
Vengeance and fashion

Do people secretly lust after you?
Dry

How can I make myself happy?
Chacarron

What should you do with your life?
Sittin’ pretty

Will you ever have children?
Whiskey in the jar

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.