so well. so what.

my latest biggest influences (and i'm thinking since i moved from fucking bergen. or to, i don't remember) have been;

MY SLEF!

no. it's really my self. but type-os are such much fun.

well. i have not been having evangelic thoughts or different feelings/inspirations (mainly thinking i'm a cool person, walking around much excited about that fact..)

wanyhoo.. which means i've been boring for like.. over half a year.

that really sucks.
i need to get into radiohead. only they may save my life. or perhaps move again. smelling the same smells does not get exciting when your way of reinventing it consists of methods like Don't do the dishes and Don't carry out the trash.

and

Don't shower too much


so you see. i need something new. which is why i bought redbull after work on tuseday. they're both long gone by now. this is only because i saw the contestants drink redbull in Hells Kittenchen

true story


commercials and other sublime stuff is pretty slick. slickiest of all, i reckon.

reckonshire.

i need a life. not just a carbonated one. i mean a real life. an inner life. not just moodswings and multitasking. i need a brain and a heart that functions. i need to buy a huge puzzle, puzzle it and then think i'm on a roll. i don't only smell like eggs, i have a rich inner life that allows me to accomplish complicated and complex stuff like puzzles.


to many words now. i'm sorry. or maybe not. i'm going for the not.
the negatives. black and white and white and black and un peu petit de GRIS.


aaaaaaaaahahhahahahahaha


my life. spacier than piffi.
yes. space. ier.

spacier.

love at fist sight. yes, fist.

having a timer on the camera is one of the great inventions that the human kind kind of kindly made avaliable for the masses. i think i love it. best be using it more. the lack of true control of the pic amazes me.

'quit living in the past' homer says while throwing his and marges wedding-picture in the trash.

well. here's the pictures from my past. throw them away, if you like.

but if you tell me "quit living in the past" i'll turn into a dog.

organic panic and the stoic soy-sauce from the depths of oceans unknown

okay. interesting thoughts.

are interesting.

inter esting?

inte resting?

resting?

you're resting because you found something that interests you? internal rest?

eternal rest.

no. there's no such thing. and it doesn't even add up in sense with the true meaning of the word.

and i've not even had my first cup of coffee.

my new regime is (that actually gives me some energy/feelings/hope) is to wake up at 6 every morning, even tho my bus leaves at 9:50. and i live 1 min from the actual busstop.

well. why torture yourself with waking up way to early??

i don't really hate being awake, but being awake after work can't seem to bring me anywhere. i'm stuck in a terrible rabbithole, you see.

i just want to exercise and go to bed. maybe listen to some music in bed. or read. but that's all. wake up early. go for a walk. think. draw. listen.

anywayyyysss.... apart from being completely boring and somewhat negative, i have an awesome life. yes it's true.

haven't even listened to the new album.

that's utterly awesome.

indeed. in deed. anyhoo. i want to count the days being sober from now on. and i'm looking for a large number of them. even tho i think i will come to exactly 4-5 days before i'm drunk off my fucking feet again shouting "WHICH WAY IS THE GRAVTATIONAL PULL?!?!?"

i tend to come up with great, great plans like this every sunday.

who doesn't.

so that's that.

lol.

my x-fi died.

i'm sader than you could ever imagine. i cried.

thinking my life is rouined.

it sure is.

molva molva - ling
hippoglossus hippoglossus 300 kg - halibut
lophius piscatorius 79 kg - munkfish, anglerfish
pollachius pollachius - pollack
pollachius virens - saithe, coalfish
scomber sombrus - mackerel
clupea harengus - herring
anarhichas - wolffish, catfish
gadus morhua - cod

PANDALUS BOREALIS - shrimp
that must btw be the most utterly entertaining latin name i've ever come across.

laugh


it's okay to have at least a small bit of control over the fish i do love to prepare

poor them

poor me

huff

surely i'm okay

yes. as usual

. cats are great objects

today is sonic youth. sonic youth will make today go round a bit more. my head is spinning. but they're guiding me. it doesn't make sense, but it's not supposed to. i really love this band. and that feeling grows rapidly on me. as it has been for some time.

afraid of saying i love them, saying i'm a fan; i haven't even heard through their entire discography yet. but let's be fair, who has? it's immense.

so what day is this? i don't even know. i'm seriously hungover. there's no saving the trail of damaged goods behind me. so fucking hung over. but that's what you get for being drunk.

yes

hi there and please keep moving

tucker and spence
it's all nice on ice.

sixpence

beer is a lovely concept. i'm thinking about washing my hair in it today.
yes. there's nothing like an improper waste of some really proper beer.

the bubbly sensation of it i reckon will be worth the money. and also, it's said to be good for your hair. we'll see. i'm hoping for a new 'do.

so enough.

already.

my mind keeps complaining and my body does not listen

shuteye and shutdown

i'm in that trap again
i need to snap out of it.

i won't allow myself any treats, almost. some, there is. but they're not fully enjoyed because i'm so convinced i don't deserve them.

i haven't been listening to the new radiohead album, and that's because i don't deserve it. i'm not worthy. i'm not in the right mindset.

or maybe. that album is what'll snap me out of it all again.
but for how long?
habits are stupidly tough to handle. to get rid of. to blame and to shread all over the place. it's an affair i can't get away from. again, it's tough.
or maybe i'm suffering from a big lack of trying. massive.

no visions - no will.
no path - no right direction.
no energy to change - you've become what you hate and you hate what you've become.

it's simple.
in all it's complexity
it's all very simple too.

.snap out of it

i'm very sorry for the insane lack of context, but it kind of describes how i'm feeling (or not feeling. my biggest problem is that i'm so apathic. i'm so numb. all is in vain. it's horrible. at the moment. i seriously love my new job. and i love working hard. i'm motivated. but when i'm not at work, i'm depressed and confused. i need excersise. i need some movement. that's what's going to save me. i'm certain. so certain. i know. but i can't act upon it. no. something keeps me inside. it's you. the fucking computer, you. bloody hell.)

so now that it's all cleared up like a nice blue day in the summer i feel a lot more cheerful than a severed branch with no roots.

:)


oh happy days.



well. stay tuned, i'll be back for more bullcrap later on. or maybe right now??


no. later on.

ta.



fucking off.