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Im slowly beginning to realize that im running a journal, not a weblog.
Apparaently, journals are soooo late nineties, and weblog is the thing for the 21:th century.
In a journal You speak crap about yourself. In a weblog, You speak crap about anything but Yourself.
I’ve really tried to be a weblog writer. I’ve tried to comment the importent events in the world…. But… It’s so much easier talking about nothing that to say something wise about the israelian-palestinian affair (war is hell).
Here’s what got my illusions crushed. Im late nineties. Im always late it seems. Im never fashionable.
I even listen to music popular in the nineties, but unheard of after the year 2000.
av Max @ 13:53:15
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I dreamed I for some reason had grown long fingernails. A girl, don’t remember who commented it and said “How beutiful”.
Note: I do not have long fingernails, they’re rather short.
Another night, I dreamt having a discussion about ganstarap.
Friend: In a gansta group, You gotta be more than one
Me: What about Eminem then?
Friend: Yes what about him, in a ganstagroup, You gotta BE more than one. They gotta divide the singing between them, otherwise it’s not gangsta
Me: I never liked gangsta, and it’s not singing, it’s rapping.
Friend: Your head ain’t right.
Me: Pass the shit! Eminem is gansta, and I also think he and Britney are rather similar.
Friend: You can’t compare E with Britney
Me: I like Beastie Boys more. They fit my white suburban lowclass behind just fine
We talked something like that. I’ll try not to analyze thoose dreams ‘cause im afraid of what the result would be.
av Max @ 09:21:31