I already said it’s Sunday, besides being a state of mind, it also means that even though I’ve been dead tired all day, all tiredness has blown away. Once again, someone slipped a…mine in my coffe, or in my juice or in my socks.
I DON’T KNOW WHERE THE H..L THEY PUT IT. I just know they are getting what they paid for.
All I have between me and UNcivilisation is my sideburns.
av Max @ 23:44:25 i Old diary | länk | Prat (2)
Life is war, war is life
It’s Sunday. I often state what day it is even though it’s obvious. But Sunday is not just only a day – it is in fact a state of mind. The end of something old, and the beginning of something new. You most certainly know what is going to happen tomorrow though.
That was not exactly what I was going to talk about. This weekend has both been a pain on Max psyche, aswell as some liniment on the soul. Like oil on water – don’t match. It has been showdowns with alcoholics, and fliting with girls, or girl to be more specific.
Amongst other things (as good quotes, Fridays and milk in coffe) I like compairisons. I like comparing things with one another – to find some sort of similarity between events.
You might for instance, compare life with war. If You loose, You find yourself without a life. That don’t necessarily mean You’re dead – just mean You Don’t Have A Life. Given the facts I’ve stated in earlier post, You might just guess that I’ve lost the war. That I have not. What I have lost is a great deal of battles. For thoose of You who know something of history, You’d know that the allies got a pretty good beating the first years, during WW2.
Well, Im like the allies. I lost many tanks, airplanes, ships, personel – all sort of things. What I got left is hope, and the will of the people.
Here I am, ready to get overrun by the forces of evil, and what do I see. Yes, a battle I can win, without speninding to much gunpowder. The battle will not end the war, but it will change the tide. If I loose, it still not the end. Perhaps, it will affect the morality of the men, but it will not make things much worse.
Intelligence tell me I have a clear shot. Whatever the outcome it’s brings hope.
Charge!
av Max @ 23:31:32 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)
Boring entry
The post below was really boring. Im sorry. I can’t say it won’t happen again, but I really hope not. I’ll try to improve. Please forgive me.
av Max @ 22:49:19 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)
It doesn’t matter now anyway
I didn’t come up with any good headlines. I don’t really feel like writing now, but this is a weblog and you’re suppoosed to write every day. I want to write every day.
There’s a party going on in the city today. I don’t really know whats happening, but It seems as if the whole city was out on the street, even I.
When I reached home, a pretty neighbour knocked on the door and wanted to borrow a wineopener. I showed the two I have, and I think she was a little impressed.
I said ‘Choose the one you like the best’
She took my luxury wine opener, eventhough I prefer the simple one. I wonder if they’re gonna knock at my door at night when they come home and decide to have a couple of glasses before they sleep.
av Max @ 22:47:49 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)