slippers picture nr 2 

my new slippers... hear me roar!! 

zzzzzzzzssshhhhhhhhh

Im too tired to post anything. Had this really long post written but blogger refuses to show it. ah. who cares.
Im actually thinking about getting some sleepingpills (not pills that are sleeping, but pills that are gonna help me to sleep d'oh).
Anyone have any experiences of those? good? bad? would like to hear it...
And my luws Kara and Ebi, where art thou? Unreachable? Miss you!

exhausted..

People always wanna believe in those fairytales...
And I am not that different..
Not saying that this time being it is one, neither saying it isnt :)

I sleep really badly. Wake up and start to smile and cant go to sleep again.
I have neither been able to eat that much today. Actually not much at all.

But still I've had a fabulous time.
Except I get mad sometimes when friends refuse to see things my way. I try to see their point of view, why is it always so hard to accept I have my own opinions??
Eh.

a confession of an untrained mind

This writing business is hard.
I've always had the trouble writing serious and entertaining and true stuff when I know that there are people I know IRL reading.
Censorship is necessary to avoid some conflicts, for me its mostly to avoid the ones I have with myself.
The thing is: I'm kind of a secretive person. Im not mysterious or trying to be exciting. There might not be anything interesting to find inside but still: I don't like to tell much about myself to people.
Don't want most people to tell me too much either (it always creates expectations from them that I should tell more... unnecessary friction)

Anyways, I've also never written much public stuff.. some short-stories (couple of them won some stupid contests) and blog.
The things I write are strange.
And I dont meen amusingly strange with new corky ideas. No, I mean strange like in "is this really a language"? (quote marks since I actually said that once)
So, Now you know why I have such a hard time writing down private stuff. Im not used to it. I expect a lot of crap coming out of the minor truths I share and I have no intention in trying to be funny, new or even creative. Fukk it. Im writing this with all together different motives, trust me. It has to start here.

Im in love. This is perhaps the largest Ive ever felt. With large I mean it colours my whole world. I dont know if its an answered love yet. Feels like I dont have to either. Not right now. Right now allowing this feeling to take over is enough.
It does not scare me like it used to. It doesnt feel like I'm being intruded, taken over and held hostage like it felt before.
This feels more like.. well.. more like a new part of me. A superior part. A lovely part. A deadly dangerous part.
So with this post I welcome this new in me and wish it to turn into something good.

Seen this somewhere before?

I thought I recognized the signs:
-Can't eat even though Im hungry. Just oatmeal.
-Dizziness
-cant concentrate
-constantly hallucinating due to stupid daydreams
etc etc etc

This can't be good....

Haha

I must be one of the clumsiest people in this strange cold little country. Right now I count my bruises to about ten-ish. Almost all gained this weekend at work. Not even talking about all the other injuries.
I would post a picture of my knee, but I really dont wanna grose you out.

Im kind of gitty right now.
*skips away*