Mmmmm.
Just been to the shop; bought lactaid milk, "Julmust", gingerbread cookies and fags. Gingerbread cookies is the only thing I've eaten today, because they get really soft in your mouth and are easier to swallow. I wanted orange flavoured gb cookies, but they didn't have it. Freaks!!
Now I'm going to enjoy my cookies and this wonderfull glass of milk and no one can stop me. :) Mmm, tastes like childhood.
Owwy.
Typical. I ran out of smokes yesterday and thought I'd buy more today, but now my throat might be forcing me to quit. We'll see what happens once my throat is better. I just took a panodil (advil) so I think it will feel better soon; at least enough so that I can eat.
22-11-2008
Highest. perfectionist. the next thirty years. immensely rich. comptroller.
I don't want to make entries with only pictures when it's taken so long for me to write something proper. Well, define proper.
I've been a good girl this week. Well, the past two days at least, but that counts, does it not? I stayed over at my mom's thur-fri and on friday I hovered the entire flat. In the evening I went back to dad's relatively early, and even though I got to bed late I still got out of bed (sofa?) at 10:30 and didn't snooze at all. I got ready, had a cup of coffee and a danish and got on the bus into town. Bought what I was supposed to and was at my mom's place before 2 pm. I cleaned her windows and then we had a nice dinner of chicken and veggie wook. Now I'm watching Nevermind the buzzcocks season 5 and drinking wine. I have become such a light weight.
This week's advice, and this week it's directed at certain gender:
Men, do not twiddle and woman's nips; it might work on the radio, but women do not like it. It hurts! Next time a man tries to get radio channel 4 through by twisting my nipples I will strangle them with a cable and bury them in their own backyard. Just saying...
This week's picture.
I made this manip quite a few years ago when the Lord of the rings films were still TEH SHIT! I think I made a good choice. Maybe Sean (fucking prude) and Bill should switch places, but other than that I'm pleased with the result. :)
Oh Gawd, blah.
<- Another tattoo I will eventually get. Love it!
Second (included folders inside other folders. I'm a neatfreak when it comes to organizing files on my computer. Off the computer however, I'm really not...)
Made this animation many years ago, probably as an icon for my livejournal. There are several versions of it. One just says "Writer's block?" and one "...?"
Room 101
1. Blinking lights at concerts and on tv
You try to get comfy on the sofa to watch the telly and suddenly some genious decide that blinking lights are still cool, giving me and plenty other epileptics a nice motion sickness. Cutting from one picture to another really quickly has the same effect as blinking lights. I'm not overly sensitive to blinking lights as some epileptics, but it does affect me.
2. Crocs
They are Ugly, uncomfortable and make my feet look huge.
3. Men who shave or wax their body
Hairy men are extremely sexy, and touching a hairless man makes me feel like a pedophile.
4. People who take themselves and life too seriously.
It's just life, it's no big deal!!
5. Myself
Sometimes I just get so sick and tired of hearing my own voice, and I can be a real nuisance. Besides, if I'm put in room 101, I can bring back the 80's. As much as I love Bill Bailey, he should be punished for putting the 80's into room 101.
The tea and coffee making facility left a lot to be desired.
There are, however, a few points that I do agree with, but one especially.
35. You watch an English/American film and get upset that all swedes are called Inga,Ingrid or Sven when you know these are not common names in Sweden.
These names are for grandmothers and grandfathers Only! And the name 'Heidi' has never, in Any generation, been common in Sweden. If you believe swedes are named Heidi, then you are confusing us with Switzerland and will have to face the consequences of your ignorance! Thou shalt burn in purgatory! :)
Some of the points on the list made you 'a person living in Sweden' rather than swedish though; it's difficult controlling the rules in the country you reside in. Maybe I just haven't tried hard enough? Maybe I should try to change the law a bit; make some additions perhaps.
My suggestions, categorized by the punishment they will recieve, if not abiding by these laws.
Fines
£3m. in fine if you dye your hair blonde
Torture
Feet cut off if you are wearing crocs (they will then be fed to... the crocs)
Death penalty
Men who shave/wax (trimming beard is okay) will be beheaded
Anyone who air reality tv shows will be stoned in public
Anyone who is a member of a boy- or girlband will be shot by Simon Amstell
People who confuse Sweden with Switzerland will get a one-way ticket to the electric chair
I'll probably add to it, but that's it for now. Time to work!
Made this....
My name is Alan Jones, I like to pick my nose, I like to pick my nose, I do, I like to pick my bum, especially with my thumb.
Why did the cannibal eat his neighbour?
-She gave him the finger!
mwahahaha!
In other news; today a dog sniffed my butt on the bus. Should I be flattered or offended? I feel so torn! ;)
I also encountered a typically swedish situation at the store; a man commented on the price of the product he was buying... it was too cheap! I had to wait in line for 20 minutes while the poor teller corrected her mistake. MY GOD!
Today's quote is the sound of silence... :)
I love this bit from Nevermind the buzzcocks:
Mark: I'm glad to see you're taking notes, Bill.
Bill: I just like to be apposite of the facts.
Mark: No you don't! You like to say cheese and weasels and go "urrh" *shakes head*
Bill: Or cheesels, as I like to call them. A weasely snack with a cheese finish.
and...
Russell Howard: I'd record Sandra the witch, watch the adventures of S club 8 and finish off with Thundercats.
Phil Jupiter: When u say finish off...
Russell: Nooooooooooooo!
I'd save the good stuff for Cheetarah, who wouldn't? She was a cheetah, but sort of a lady. Doing that and writing boobless on your calculator; great days.
Bill: Saving your scabs in a little matchbox. Posting them to your penpal.
Russell: Posting them to your penpal? "Dear Günther, thought you'd enjoy these"
Bill: Ici, mon scabs.
Russell: (drawling french accent) "Dear Bill, thank you for your scabs; next time a pube or two. Yours, Renevoir! Mmmmm!"
Bill: Cher Renevoir, I am terminating this correspondance, it has gone a bit weird.
(subject is also a quote from NmtB)
Creative genious!
I drew this one, initially to see if the cherry blossoms would work with the masks, but ended up liking the result. This will be my first tattoo. Proscaenium is latin for "on stage" and Postscaenium means "behind the stage/off stage".
I found another tattoo of an autumn leaf that I thought was really beautiful, but I thought I'd try and do it myself since the first one turned out well. This is the earlier version. 
And here's the final version. I'm quite pleased. I haven't done a lot on photoshop before; well I have, but not with this result. I like it!
Oy vey!
Lookit, new blog! Yay!
WARNING!
This blog will contain traces of nut.
I want to take the oportunity to thank some very special individuals: the stupid people!
Without you comedy wouldn't be the same, and my life would be lacking of purpose; my heart would be empty and beat for nothing but to only just keep me alive.
I wish you knew who you were, but unfortunately (or fortunately; depends on how you look at it) you are too stupid to realize that I'm talking about you. Nonetheless, thank you for making me laugh every time you open your mouths, and every time you do something that proves, yet again, what a tosspot you really are. Thank you!
Now, I'm going to enjoy this glass of wine standing on the table calling my name, and watch the most recent episode of Nevermind the Buzzcocks. Cheerio mingers!
