Oddballs, perfume, curse of the mousse

Ape puts on perfume and smells like one of those sunshiny, flowery, fairytale spring mornings, where clean isn’t simply a description, but a 4-dimensional cartoon, which you can smell.

Lolly puts on perfume and smells like the oriental mistress, whose comforting touch and libido is woven of silky embraces of musk and oranges and obscure passion.

tiny puts on perfume and smells of inexplicable and unearthly perfection and something supposedly ephemeral, for no matter how much you smell her you can never fully grasp its complexity.

And me, I put on perfume, which as it hits my skin reacts, evolves and smells of something sticky, unbearable and ill-boding. Almost like the way you might detect an assertive-smelling smell, not knowing what it is and wonder whether it smells good or bad before you realize it’s rottening garbage you smell. Or zombies. That’s me using perfume. Any perfume.

Alive 17/5

once again i've shirked my responsibilies. if it makes you feel better, i can tell you i feel horrible about it.

but this week isn't about me. i would like to officially welcome Lolly back into the fold. (i hope that's okay; me being the official spokesperson here.) i would love to hear what all my friends have been up to, but a comment from You would make me very happy.

and i'm not too proud to beg. see...

please?

Stor i Afghanistan

http://www2.unt.se/lålaärhetastpåskolgården

Mer ögongodis:

Trappa

Patrull


Så. Du kan komma hem nu.

You two, fight to the death!

In one corner stands Lolita, also known as the Father, naturally leading our thoughts to the values of The Old Testament. Lolita has served many years in the Swedish army and is currently serving in Afghanistan. Although she would never seek out fights unless she is well paid for it, she can turn tremendously aggressive when provoked and will not lay down arms until victory is hers. Lolita has no sympathy for the weak and believes every man and woman has to fight alone for their right to exist. She has a natural tendency to grow big muscles and she once walked almost all the way to Nijmegen in the Netherlands.

Lolita is wearing a black corset, a black skirt and a high heels. She’s holding a medieval longsword in her hand.

In the opposite corner stands M the Predator, the bullocky she-beast who can turn anyone into a whimpering fool. As a child, she cut off her hair in order to have an advantage over the other girls. In battle, she would grab hold of their long hair and they could do nothing but scream in agony and curse M’s tomboy hairdo. She fought her way into full blown womanhood and is currently a fierce spokesman for society's underdogs and the importance of a powerful, old school union. She has a fascination for the Dog Whisperer and once applied his more violent techniques on an unknowing Mousse, who ended up feeling utterly raped. Her strongest weapon is her libido, and she once dated MacGyver.

M the Predator is wearing a short, skintight, black leather dress and a top hat. She’s holding a leather whip in her hand.


So let the battle begin.

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Fantastic L and I were bored yesterday and decided to put our fiercest friends up against each other in a deadly battle. The one who survives gets to meet FL’s Turkish, lesbian carnivore of a friend who smoked ten joints a day for a year while addicted to porn. It should be entertaining. Lolita, sweetheart, I'm not usually asking for much, so can you please just win this one for me?

Alternative battles are of course welcome.

Den där dagen jag fick en burka på posten.

Det är så den här måndagen kommer förvaras i mitt minne. Att jag åt solrosbröd till frukost, att jag lärde mig om emotioner på morgonlektionerna, att jag fick en superhemlig lapp av Anja som sa att jag var snygg, att jag spenderade lunchen med Amanda, att jag bjöd mina klasskamrater på citronjätten på eftermiddagen, att jag hälsade på en Patrik i köket eller att jag åt fiskgratäng till middag - allt det kommer blekna.

För idag fick jag en burka på posten.

Tack Rebecca – vår flicka på fronten - som trots reellt krig och eventuellt armod har tagit sig tid att skicka en sådan fin och överraskande present.

Jag och min burka.

Vad är det för dag idag?

Det är Lolitas dag idag. Lolly har många sidor. Många charmiga och besynnerliga sidor. En av dessa är hennes krigiska. Jag är jobbig, tiny är gnällig och Ape pacifist. Och Lolly, hon är krigisk. Idag uppmärksammar vi detta påtagliga faktum med en sammankomst. För snart bär det av. Lolita ska ut på äventyr, och vi är inte medbjudna.



Var? Lollys
Klädsel? Udda