Occupy your mind. The revolution begins within.

I do not own this picture, or the rights to it. But I think I'm allowed to spread it. And I do endorse the point it makes.

Maybe It's Mr Putin Himself

Someone in Russia is reading this little blog of mine very regularly. I can tell, as I keep a close eye on my statistics.

I don't know anyone in Russia.

Who are you, russian person? I like you.

Life And Its Goodbadness

So, right now my life is goodbad, which is a word I just made up myself, and it means that it's good but it's good in a way that brings a lot of anxiety and angst and oh my world am I doing the right thing here now?

I'm in love, for starters, and I'm in love with someone who's in love with me right back or at least claims to be. And that should be just great. It is just great, but it's never that simple. My life is so complicated and so messy and I'm too complicated and too messy. Are you sure you want to be with me, I've nothing to give, Tricky said and so says I and I really mean it, won't lie and say this love is best (take a walk take a rest now taste the rest).



Also I'm moving. Leaving my cosy little flat in the middle of the ghetto for a gorgeous little farmhouse with a garden and fields all around in the middle of nowhere, which is also great, especially considering car bombs and robberies around here of late, but it's never that simple. It does also mean that I'll be stuck in the middle of a field in the middle of harsh swedish winter with snow up to my elbows and a mile to the nearest bus stop and no car. Will I cope? Will the child cope?

I'm scared of so many things right now. But I'm excited about even more. Life is goodbad. The future is bright.

Film Quote

"We should just be friends."

"I don't want friends."

"I was just being polite, I have no intention of being friends with you."

The Social Network has the best dialogue ever.

I'm A Jailbird To Your Music

These gigs will be the absolute top of my summer. Only a couple more weeks now.

It's Not Love It's Just Our Beat

Beautifully simple, just as nature intended: a chemical reaction in our brains telling our bodies to move in time. I dance to his beat and he dances to mine.



Being the object of someone's desire is not an unpleasant experience.

Come Up And See Me

There's the kind of relationship that doesn't benefit from getting to know someone closer. Sometimes you like a person better before you know them, really. But then there's the kind of relationship that withstands the test of time, where it doesn't matter if you don't see each other for months and years, it's still right back to the same level once you do get together, and those are the ones I like the best. Probably because I'm slightly lazy (as they don't take too much effort).

Most my really good friends are people I see once every few years or so. Most of them don't live in the same country, or even on the same continent, as I do. Regardless of the crap I've put them through, and it's most likely been a lot, regardless of distance and of the differences in our lifestyles, regardless of time and place and change, I know we're still as close as ever when we get the chance to be. Maybe in a different way, but not a less way, never a less way.

Last night I had an unexpected phone call. Seems I'll be having a visitor later this month. Last time we hung out was in 2005, in Calgary, AB. My hair's longer now than it was then, but that's probably the only thing that's gonna be different.

Shut Up You're DIS-GHUS-TING.

Top Chef Canada is like the best TV show ever, but these judges should really learn not to speak with their mouths full.

Swallow before you speak. Any lady knows this.

Oh, and I borrowed the strip from here.

Life Fail?

Just watched 'The trip', that sort of documentary/road trip movie that Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon did, and yes, it's all fun and laughs isn't it? It's all impressions and witty convos and Coogan pulling hot birds half his age, but bloody watch it right through and effing repent people!

I'm terrified of ending up like Coogan. I admit it readily and openly, I'm bloody well terrified of being all free like a bird and all that shit. See, Brydon has a wife (albeit dead plain) and a kid (sort of cute) and they've blates missed him. What does Coogan have? Casual sex, yes. Bit of a rail or two, yes. Empty flat to return to, yes.

The most forced thirty seconds of that film is Coogan calling his US agent telling him he won't do a US pilot...'I've got kids'. Dude. The whole interior of that flat tells us you ain't got no bloody kids anywhere near you. Get real. Do they even call you dad? Are they older than your current shag or 'bout the same age?

I'm terrified I'm about to end up a Coogan. All I ever wanted was to be a Brydon. All I ever wanted was to have someone love me dammit, love me and put up with my crap. Brydon's got that, why not me?

Sand In Every Imaginable Crevice. Still Happy.

This is our beach. We can dig it.

I Can't Go To Bed When I Feel This Alone

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Unexpected expectations thrown at you from all sides and all of a sudden you're in need.

I never asked for it. I never wanted what I didn't have and all of a sudden I want what I don't have and it's someone elses to have and not yours to give and not mine to long for.

Are you sure you want to be with me, I've nothing to give? (is what you should have said, fair warning should have been given)

I should've said no but I would've said yes. I'll say yes if you ever ask.

Please ask.



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Steve Jobs Says Some Good Shit Sometimes.

"Here's to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes.

The ones who see things differently - they're not fond of rules.

You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can't do is ignore them, because they change things.

They push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius: because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world...are the ones who do."



He's obviously talking about me. ^^

I have never failed so well-

I am so sick of my life.

I remember that time when I was left behind and that's what every day feels like now. I'm left behind and nobody even notices. I'm running and panting and stumbling to keep up and nobody even waits for me. I hate you all.

I will give you five euro if you wait for me.

They say when you find God and you find the meaning of life everything falls into place and you're all content and calm inside. Well I never found God but I guess he hounded me down but still my life has no meaning and I wish I was dead. I don't think God likes me much.

Only time I speak to God is when I ask him to please let me be dead tomorrow when I wake up. He never even pretends to care though.

This is the return of moi.

Right.

I know I've been dead slow with this blogging shit lately, but that's mainly because I've been...how shall I put it...lazy and bored...

Also I've fallen in love, been gravely disappointed, fallen off love, fallen in love again, realised it's more lust than love, accepted that lust can be more fun than love, so on and on and on. It's a hard knock life, innit, and then you die.

Also today was the day we should've been rapturized (if, indeed, that is a word) and I wasn't, so KINDA disappointed. Stairway to heaven would've been fun-ish but I'm still here. Guess we'll have to see what october brings. ^^

You happy now, Wyer??

=)

New Year New Schmear

I've made two resolutions for 2011:

1. I'm not cutting my fringe for the whole year.

2. I'm not buying one single thing on credit for the whole year.

I give it six weeks, knowing me.