Jeg begår selvmord på dansegulvet! Skyder mig selv, slår beatet ihjel. Selvmord på dansegulvet, gulvet ta'r imod, suger mit blod. Selvmord på dansegulvet! Jeg er en farlig mand, jeg har tabt min forstand. Det er selvmord på dansegulvet, smid mig i hullet sæt en glowstick på min grav!
Usually when I am bored out of my skull, then I turn into a domestic goddess and suddenly start cleaning something. Most preferred is doing the dishes or washing clothes. However, sometimes tidying everywhere but my own room is just as good. As long as it doesn’t involve hoovering, my goodness I hate hoovering. That’s what my boyfriend is for, as I get great pleasure in watching him do something I hate without a complaint. Most likely because he doesn’t want to hear me start complaining or want to risk having to do some of the chores I usually do.
Of course there’s other things to do, but this is my main source of relaxing. However if I am forced to do any of these, then I don’t usually want to. I want to go and do it on my own.
Yeah, after the worst summer of driving ever, then I have finally gotten a license. Although not technically, since there were some paper work that went wrong so the actual card will be there the 10th of August.
HOWEVER! My mother has decided that I should drive to Germany…. During the night. I think I might die out of nerves from being stopped, as it would mean that I had to push the license and get a huge arse fine (like half my monthly pay).
I have a few of them, the mostly common would be my obsessions with cats (both the living and the tattoo forms) another is teapots I simply adore them, and now it seems that I have thrown my love in the direction of owls. Cartoon owls most, and the jewelry ones, but also the real ones are beautiful.
If it wasn’t because I already had my next tattoo planned, then it would be an owl. All I need though is a place on the body where it wouldn’t be able to be seen when wearing a wedding dress..
One of my colleagues think I should get a portrait of him giving thumbs up on my left butt cheek, however, I don’t quite know the possibility of that one! Minimum to none most likely.
Yeah… So first I get a text from my Mum where she complains that she won’t see me before I go home… Then I get home, get yelled at for various things, get yelled at for borrowing someone I trust my car and now she’s just plain mad at me and won’t talk to me.
Why was it that I absolutely had to come home, mmh?
It is pure and simple, I have an addiction to the amazing site textsfromlastnight. I read it when I am supposed to do something else, when I’m bored, with friends, although I haven’t stooped to the level of reading it while sex and hopefully that day will never come! Here are some funnies though.
Actions speak louder than pants
I just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “dibs!”
I got kicked out of Barnes and Noble for putting all the bibles in the fiction section
Makes me laugh no matter how dumb some of these texts are.
Or at least the ones who have managed to put together a present for our very own Jozzy containing: 1 pink bra (C cup), 10 ladyshavers and 3 bottles of booze. Happy birthday love!
Hopefully he won’t kick us out during the first ten minutes after we arrive, as it is rather expensive traveling to an island for just a party. And might I say that the last time I visited that island there were lots of drunk and naked people…
There are some things in life that makes your piss start boiling. Other people, yourself, animals, your mother… And there’s driving.
You wouldn’t think that driving would be such a big deal, since lots of people say that they are relaxed when they go for a drive. Some clear their heads whilst driving. Some see it as an escape to go have sex somewhere outside the house (it happens), and then there’s me who gets so utterly frustrated over it. Not because I have anything against it, but because I am trying to learn the fine arts of driving a vehicle, and now that things are intensifying it isn’t as easy as it was the two first days out on the road.
Because managing to kill the engine thrice in a row in the middle of everything (read: light regulation) is just plain stupid, frustrating, humiliating and a trigger to start the heating of the piss inside my body.
The fact that everything after that just went down hill, making my face turn redder and redder with anger and having my teacher being slightly scared of me in the end just screams that the car shouldn’t be messing with me. Stupid thing. Luckily tomorrow is a new day and I get to apologize for being so mad while driving today to my teacher… Even if it wasn’t him I was angry with. Nor did I at any point start screaming, breaking like a crazy person - yes - but never did I raise my voice. Except for the first time when I practically screamed shit as the car stopped right in front of someone else. Oh how I hate driving with stick gears.
However there’s still three weeks until any sort of ending to this fast course in driving, so hopefully I am not as useless as I felt today (the rest of the day was spend wallowing and crying that I wasn’t good enough, yes I am serious). Mostly so I won’t scare the boyfriend with anymore random tearing up over the phone.
But anyone who thinks that short people can’t be scary. Oh you are so wrong.