January 2008 – Monocultured

2008, the year of ****

I seldom listen to song lyrics – often it’s just a line that is coherent enough for me to focus on, and of course Tom Waits filters in somewhere whenever he’s gently crooning – but I might be missing out. Anna is all Morrissey Morrissey Morrissey ooh listen to the lyrics and I can’t really empathise with that, but she sent me a song of LCD Soundsystem, All my friends, and it has some really good lines.

Especially fitting since I’m in Stockholm doing something that doesn’t really resemble anything you might call living.

Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand
You look contorted on yourself your ridiculous prop
You forgot what you meant when you read what you said
And you always knew you were tired, but then
Where are your friends tonight?

Yes, well, ok. I’m in good health, and except that I worry about people in Poland, I’m fucking peachy. Peachy but bored. I just hope that I won’t regret being “bored.” Last time I did we got 2007.

Instant fucking karma

I found a lost pair of mittens when going out of the cinema last friday (I saw Control. Not really worth it) and at first I picked them up and put them in a window. We double-backed the same way looking for anexit, and since they were still there, and my own mittens are but thread, I decided to adopt them.

As it turnes out I either lost my wallet or someone nicked it from me while I was on the bus heading home.

And here I am, without a cigarette in sight and no means of paying for new ones. I’ve eaten ~~eight~~ nine clementines in ~~five~~ six minutes, and will soon hit the bags of almond that my mum has stashed away.

Goddamn karma.

Way cool! I’m online!

At the moment I’m in a bus on my way back to Stockholm to start work. I’m on a wifi provided by the bus itself – as were it a catapillar of information munching at the tree of web-tubes. This is way cool and I’m squeaking like a small girl inside.