Showing posts with label alcohol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label alcohol. Show all posts

2008-05-07

Words from my heeeaaart (it's a soft one, it's a lost case)

I dance my way to the bathroom to get my daily double dose of antihistamine. Well there, my ever-leaping body drops the tiny pill in the sink and I immediately get pictures in my mind from Trainspotting, where the protagonist digs through a toilet filled with faeces and vomit to get back his involuntarily pooped capsule of… I don’t know. Amphetamine, perhaps. I look at my recaptured pill. This one looks poop-free. I gulp it down together with some water, spray stuff in my nose and dance my way back to the couch. It’s going to be a good day today.


[behold: important super-potent mega-message]

The purpose of this post, my dears, is that I want to tell you (and myself) that I am now officially going into study mode. It will last until the end of this month. I don’t know exactly what it will entail. I don’t necessarily want to know. I know that I will have to come up with, type down and properly arrange an amount of ten thousand words in less than twenty days. It’s not too much, and it’s not a little. This phase, this study mode of mine, might mean that my internet time will be reduced. It might also, judging from earlier study mode experiences, mean an improved online presence, however desperate and anguish-smitten. I know that you never really expect anything from me. But this time it’s a double-tie kinda thing. I want you to expect very little. And very much. And nothing.

[end of ISPM-message]

And it turned out a great day! On my way home from an awesome school day I pondered upon what has tormented me the last couple of days. Namely, what kind of booze can replace whiskey? As in, what can I drink in small amounts every day, that improves my essay-writing, doesn’t blur my mind, has about the same potency as whisky, but is drinkable by me? WELL, as I searched Systemet five minutes later for a suitable strong drink it suddenly hit me. It has to be sherry! I know it’s about half as strong as whisky. But that’s a minor problem. I can drink twice the amount and it will cost about the same. I found the coolest bottle with a crazy sherry-madame named Alicia on it. I sort of loved it. Then, at an arm’s length away, I saw port wine. And from what I recall, port is the shit. It’s from Portugal! Very attractive bottle, too. See picture. I decided that sherry is too sweet and went for the port. What would you have done?

2008-04-01

Fönster.

DJ LollyPoppSuperTopp



Tvåsamhet.




Det här är faktiskt inte första gången någon strippar frivilligt för mig.

2006-07-18

So I've got bruises the size of English kidney pies on the inside of my thighs...

...with the color of purple poop. I can't say that I'm not motherly proud of my contusy beauties, but they hurt whenever I find myself in a situation where I have to cross my legs tightly in order to avoid tartly attention. Not that I dislike the attention. And the pain. I just love to whine, is all.

Yes, I had a rough weekend. Highly orgiastic, but rough and slightly painful.

But that's not why I'm here. Today I came here for the Ape, and for her great and endearing love of leather whips. And for her enabling this blog (which, by the very by, I spanked her into doing). Yeah, that's right, it all comes down to me. Me and my needs. And my bruised thighs, of course.

Anyway... Here's for you, Ape and Oddballs: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LhDCXXvK0QE