Uno: The chess tournaments have started up for reals at kellys pub. Nice ambiance when you’re drunk and playing rabid timed chess against people who kick your ass. I finished third out of seven, and my nerves were on the ouside of my body much of the time.
I missed last thursday,and today there were five of us, and again I finished third. the good part is that I won against the guy who came first last time. fun fun.
Intermission: Women who use condoms are more depressed than those that don’t – apparently seamen is a mood stimulating drug.
Due: My cousin found a cheapo ticket from dublin to stockholm a week ago and I visited over the weekend. Lots of train-car-boat-ing, leaving me groggy because of locomotive sensitivity on my part. My brother is working on an old steamboat that tours the archipelago, and it seemed to be a stressful but fun job. I’m imagining all the scheming and intrigues going on on such a small vessel with a staff of 10-15. Who’s slept with whom, etc. I’m very predictable that way.
Intermission: The other day I woke up to find a sleeping bumblebee on my floor. I gently tossed it the hell out through the window.
Also, powernapping at work I dreamed about walnuts, prompting a co-worker to buy said nuts. An extract from walnuts can be used in lieu of viagra. What importance that has I don’t know.
i’m not big on celebrating birthdays. this is more out of necessity than of my own volition: most people are out of town 21st of june, and i’m used to be forgotten. (it’s a childhood trauma)
a few of my friends thought they’d cheer me up and celebrated me yesterday. they came over and made lasagna, salad and pie. and i got presents! shirts, necklace, a sausage, licorice, strawberries, and a pair of mr fantastic underwear.
earlier miriana and the kids tried to surprise me and sing happy birthday. they are not very good at surprising, but it was very endearing. i’m always a bit awkward in those situations. do i sit? do i stand? do i judge the merit of their singing abilities? group hug? miriana gave me a nice purple tshirt, although i’m quite sure that she didn’t give much thought to what was printed on it. (“game over”)
friends are a good thing to have. maybe i should get more of them? if anyone is interested in becoming one, i’m taking applications.
some pitschurs:
seriously, there’s some messed up crap going on that i’m not going to go in to. i can’t relate to it because it’s bloody surreal, and if you can relate to it i’m very sympathetic to your fucked up situation.
as an alternative i present some images to you from my previous saturday that left me hung over and slightly concussed all of sunday. in no apparent order:
this was the spring party at valand and it took place at berg 211 – it was a bit too far away from the city center to become a staggering crowd of stinking artists, but we made do. and the locale is stunning.
four days ago i was dreaming about loosing a tooth, and the more i poked at it with my tounge, the bigger it became and the more it split into fragments. it became so bad that i had trouble talking. when i finally started pulling pieces out, they turned out to be glass fragments – such as you might expect from a broken bottle.
any interpretations?
seriously, there’s some messed up crap going on that i’m not going to go in to. i can’t relate to it because it’s bloody surreal, and if you can relate to it i’m very sympathetic to your fucked up situation.
as an alternative i present some images to you from my previous saturday that left me hung over and slightly concussed all of sunday. in no apparent order:
this was the spring party at valand and it took place at berg 211 – it was a bit too far away from the city center to become a staggering crowd of stinking artists, but we made do. and the locale is stunning.
four days ago i was dreaming about loosing a tooth, and the more i poked at it with my tounge, the bigger it became and the more it split into fragments. it became so bad that i had trouble talking. when i finally started pulling pieces out, they turned out to be glass fragments – such as you might expect from a broken bottle.
any interpretations?
seriously, there’s some messed up crap going on that i’m not going to go in to. i can’t relate to it because it’s bloody surreal, and if you can relate to it i’m very sympathetic to your fucked up situation.
as an alternative i present some images to you from my previous saturday that left me hung over and slightly concussed all of sunday. in no apparent order:
this was the spring party at valand and it took place at berg 211 – it was a bit too far away from the city center to become a staggering crowd of stinking artists, but we made do. and the locale is stunning.
four days ago i was dreaming about loosing a tooth, and the more i poked at it with my tounge, the bigger it became and the more it split into fragments. it became so bad that i had trouble talking. when i finally started pulling pieces out, they turned out to be glass fragments – such as you might expect from a broken bottle.
any interpretations?
