tisdag 30 november 2010
Bedtime
lördag 27 november 2010
fredag 26 november 2010
Feed her poetry
torsdag 25 november 2010
onsdag 24 november 2010
Cold and freezing
This is what happens when I have a cold: I get grumpy and just wanna lay in bed all the time. Even though i have a fever i go to work and even if its a snowstorm out i go to work. now i'm gonna go to bed talk to the person in london who are blessed without a cold, drink tea and watch documentaries about ancient egypt. over and out
måndag 22 november 2010
High on drugs
kill me, i have the cold of this winter and we are short on staff at work which means that i have to cover for a dickhead and doing my real job on over time. yeah as i said kill me now.
torsdag 18 november 2010
onsdag 17 november 2010
söndag 14 november 2010
Shit
Sunday
lördag 13 november 2010
fredag 12 november 2010
onsdag 10 november 2010
måndag 8 november 2010
Tweet
söndag 7 november 2010
Quote of the day
I think everyone is beautiful except me. I know myself better than I know anyone else.
Monday morning
If I could choose anyone, I would choose you. And if I could talk to anyone, I would talk to you. If I could meet anyone, it would still be you. And just you and you and you. Obsessive?
At the top ten most annoying couples we always get in at number one and we have only been a couple for 6 months.
At the top ten most annoying couples we always get in at number one and we have only been a couple for 6 months.
fredag 5 november 2010
torsdag 4 november 2010
Italiano
Wonderful dinner at a italian place with wonderful and great friends (good catch by the way K, way to go). Nothing more to add. Nope. Oh yeah actually. I was up until like 6 minutes ago a Gossip girl-virgin and after 6 minutes I could taste vomit in my mouth, jesus christ, what shit! So I swapped, after 6 minutes of gossip girl to criminal minds. The night can only get better when there is a killer on the move.
onsdag 3 november 2010
Cold
So I went to the doc today cause apparently there is something wrong with me and we have to figure out what it is. I really really hate going to the doctor so I brought dad with me this time. He sat in the waiting room all the time but he was there at least. Then I had to give a blood sample to see if I'm allergic to my cat (it doesn't matter if I am cause I can't live without him. He is the only one who is always there, how pathetic that most sound). There is nothing in this world that I hate more than needles and blood, it's pathetic that I can't do it but it's the truth. Everything went well until the nurse said "Okay, that's it. That wasn't too bad was it?". Yeah, right. So I passed out, had a horrible dream and woke up and looked up on the nurse, doctor and receptionist who were all there to see how I was. I felt sick, I wanted to go home, I wanted someone to be there with me. Then I passed out again and woke up trying to explain to the receptionist that I was fine and that I just hate unnatural things in my body. He was sweet and brought me horrible juice that I had to drink, I didn't even ask why. Then I tried to stand up again even though the nurse told me not to and that didn't work out. When I woke up again dad was there to hold my hand, he called me pathetic and told the nurse that I was adopted, all with a big smile on his face. Then we drove home and he got me cake and candy to cheer me up.
Yup, that's how pathetic I am. I can't help it and I wont apologize for it cause I am what I am.
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