Seeing as my (minuscule) readership seem to shrink if I do not update this site regularly, I'll now post a mandatory update!
I'm tired, yet feeling fine. Work's a bitch but hey, I ain't the first guy to voice that particular opinion. Wonder what people used to bitch about back in medieval times. (I'll elaborate on this with a theory in my next post). Stay tuned.
Monday, 12 November 2007
Thursday, 8 November 2007
Mother of christ....
This has been one of the worst nights ever. Period. Murphy's Law people, Murphy's fucking law.
The background is that there is this very pretty girl whom I've been flirting a lot with at work for some time now. We both think it would be fun to get together sometime yet our schedules (Hellspawn that they are) has made this more difficult than what a perfect world would allow.
Yet we're certainly not living in a perfect world now are we? After getting off work at 22:00 I stand to get on a buss at 22:40 which means I'd be home after midnight. Fine, that sucks but I can live with it.
Today though, flirting by text messaging leaves an opening for me and the pretty lass to get together for a late night stroll. We decide this about 5 minutes before my buss leaves. Texted and done. I don't get on the buss and I'm feeling both excited and very happy about meeting the still somewhat anonymous girl. She gives me a call to tell me exactly where I'm supposed to go to meet her and..... BAM. Phone's out of battery.
The words 'Oh fuck' leaves my mouth and a feeling of disbelief comes over me, meaning that I at some level realize how crappy my situation just became but still don't want to fully acknowledge the fact of it. I try to squeeze a little more juice out of the phone and swear at my folly in getting a pretty but useless designer phone.
I then walk around for somewhat in the neighborhood of 40 minutes, pretending I have any idea of where I'm going. Finally facing facts I walk back towards the bus stop. I've got an idea.
(Mind that I've by this time realized that my very pretty girl must think I'm a total idiot that stood her up. Which ain't exactly helping my mood)
Boldly I stroll into the the still (for about 5 minutes) gas station next to the bus stop. I ask if they have a charger for my Nokia 7500, of course they don't. Yet they are so kind to lend me their phone, I use it to dial a grumpy old hag of an operator and ask for the girls number. She can't find it.
Now it would seem prudent to accept defeat, so I reluctantly walk over to the bus stop to wait for my one hour late bus. Then I start reading the bus schedule. The next buss apparently will only take me about one third of the way home. I start cursing so loud the few people still out at first start to look at me, and the quickly look away.
Anyhow, I manage to make it home, after only about two and a half hours outdoors in the bitter November cold. I'd not be surprised if I wake up sick tomorrow... And I sincerely hope the pretty girl will accept my apology and understand that there would have been absolutely nothing I would rather have done for the past few hours than put my arms around her and give her a big kiss for saving me from the cold.
Alas it's most certainly not a perfect world.
Goodnight.
The background is that there is this very pretty girl whom I've been flirting a lot with at work for some time now. We both think it would be fun to get together sometime yet our schedules (Hellspawn that they are) has made this more difficult than what a perfect world would allow.
Yet we're certainly not living in a perfect world now are we? After getting off work at 22:00 I stand to get on a buss at 22:40 which means I'd be home after midnight. Fine, that sucks but I can live with it.
Today though, flirting by text messaging leaves an opening for me and the pretty lass to get together for a late night stroll. We decide this about 5 minutes before my buss leaves. Texted and done. I don't get on the buss and I'm feeling both excited and very happy about meeting the still somewhat anonymous girl. She gives me a call to tell me exactly where I'm supposed to go to meet her and..... BAM. Phone's out of battery.
The words 'Oh fuck' leaves my mouth and a feeling of disbelief comes over me, meaning that I at some level realize how crappy my situation just became but still don't want to fully acknowledge the fact of it. I try to squeeze a little more juice out of the phone and swear at my folly in getting a pretty but useless designer phone.
I then walk around for somewhat in the neighborhood of 40 minutes, pretending I have any idea of where I'm going. Finally facing facts I walk back towards the bus stop. I've got an idea.
(Mind that I've by this time realized that my very pretty girl must think I'm a total idiot that stood her up. Which ain't exactly helping my mood)
Boldly I stroll into the the still (for about 5 minutes) gas station next to the bus stop. I ask if they have a charger for my Nokia 7500, of course they don't. Yet they are so kind to lend me their phone, I use it to dial a grumpy old hag of an operator and ask for the girls number. She can't find it.
Now it would seem prudent to accept defeat, so I reluctantly walk over to the bus stop to wait for my one hour late bus. Then I start reading the bus schedule. The next buss apparently will only take me about one third of the way home. I start cursing so loud the few people still out at first start to look at me, and the quickly look away.
Anyhow, I manage to make it home, after only about two and a half hours outdoors in the bitter November cold. I'd not be surprised if I wake up sick tomorrow... And I sincerely hope the pretty girl will accept my apology and understand that there would have been absolutely nothing I would rather have done for the past few hours than put my arms around her and give her a big kiss for saving me from the cold.
Alas it's most certainly not a perfect world.
Goodnight.
Tuesday, 6 November 2007
I guess...
I guess I must be bipolar, since I love my friends so much and firmly hate a great part of the rest of the world.
Sunday, 4 November 2007
Saturday night madness
I planned to have a quite evening by myself in the company of my computer or a decent piece of literature.
What actually happened was that my dear little friend Rolf nagged me into submission regarding having a night on the town. 5 glasses of wine and a couple of beers, and some ungodly rum later I'¨m back at my place. It was fun in every sense of the word yet I'm starting to wonder if I'm actually capable of spending a weekend without ending up rather drunk (as at the time I'm writing this). Perhaps I should look into getting a proper girlfriend, as we all know that is definitly the death of everything that's associated with a 'normal' social life here in little Sweden.
Well, I suppose it could be worse, if I had been born a Fin or Russian I'd probably be on the waiting list for a liver transplant right about now.
Cheers mates, if anyone of the people which I'm thinking about actually reads this I want you to know that I really, really, miss you. <3 you friends .
What actually happened was that my dear little friend Rolf nagged me into submission regarding having a night on the town. 5 glasses of wine and a couple of beers, and some ungodly rum later I'¨m back at my place. It was fun in every sense of the word yet I'm starting to wonder if I'm actually capable of spending a weekend without ending up rather drunk (as at the time I'm writing this). Perhaps I should look into getting a proper girlfriend, as we all know that is definitly the death of everything that's associated with a 'normal' social life here in little Sweden.
Well, I suppose it could be worse, if I had been born a Fin or Russian I'd probably be on the waiting list for a liver transplant right about now.
Cheers mates, if anyone of the people which I'm thinking about actually reads this I want you to know that I really, really, miss you. <3 you friends .
Saturday, 3 November 2007
Although I've said that....
I may sound more bitter than I actually am, concerning work. Yet when I get home at 00:15, and have to be back at that bloody place at 10:00 this morning... Let's just say that it does not exactly curb my homicidal urges.
Thursday, 1 November 2007
Seems like I'm still a bit sick
Tried to warm up by playing with a jump rope, after 15 minutes of low intensity jumping my lungs and throat start doing some funny and extremely unpleasant things. Which states with painfull clarity that it'll be a while yet before I manage to get back in semi-decent shape. Booze is definitly out of the question for the next few weeks. =/
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