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Due to the sudden attack of winter…
… upon the unsuspecting Norwegians that we are, the power blacked out.
And mollymacramoly, I almost died. Exclamaiton point!
Usually I don’t mind, but… Soon - unbelievably soon - I am leaving the country. (!) Hence, I have been stashing every bit of money I could spare onto a savings account. My plan was to avoid accidentally spending it all (freak occurances happen…). Thus I intended to keep it on that account until tomorrow morning. Except, of course, the bloody power left town. So there we were, in the ominous hue á la pitch. No electricity. No internet. No access to anything save an ice-glaced forest full of choice trees to piss behind, should the need arise. I imagined arriving at the hostell, having to explain that, yes, technically I do have the money, but unfortunately they are on an inaccessible account. On the other side of the planet. Ha ha.
Luckilly, while my nerves were coarse-grating themselves with great success, the power returned. Albeit somewhat half-arsed. Though with some of my quality puches delivered in the general direction of the fuse box, I have been able to perform the swiftest transaction in human history, and can now vent my tale.
Is it weird that one of the things I am looking forwards to the most for my holiday is buying apples?
i wanna experience myself in 3rd person i wanna see how much i hate myself
Wow. Once a month at least I imagine scenarios of this sort. And I can never convince myself I’d get along with myself, regardless of whether I’d know it was me or not.
Im in this room with 5 other guys and they’re all talking about experiences fucking women
And Im just sittin here
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