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I just found out that I am my best friend. Why?
I rarely yell at me.
I always let me buy what I want
I don’t force myself to sleep on the sofa just because im home late a bit drunk
I and me seldom argue
If I want to eat crisps for dinner, I let me eat crisps for dinner
I let me stay up for as long I will, even if I have to get up early the next day
I don’t complain over that I still don’t have a drivers license, no organized family, or that I seem unorganized whatssoever.
I never say bad things to me that might hurt my selfesteem.
Of course, not everything is milk and honey. Maybe I should yell at me more often. Maybe my apartment would look better I said this has gone to long!!!
But, not everthing can be perfect, not even almost.
This was a very silly little post. I’ll post just as a warning how bad things can get when You’re bored.
av Max @ 14:47:13
It’s not even a color
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I really, really should be redesigning this log. It’s to grey! Nothing good will come out of grey! It’s just barely a color.
Good things come out of red, yellow, green, orange, blue, but seldom grey.
I do like the superhero. Version 3.0 should realy have a superhero.
But, im not a webdesigner of high standard, im a marketingslave. I fool people, I lie, I try to make people think good things about products that aren’t that good.
I’ll think of something. My goal is to have redesigned this whole junkyard of a weblog before the end of theese week.
Of course, by the end of this week, I’ll delete this post and say I never said such a thing.
I do stuff like that. You can never rely on me.
av Max @ 13:09:13
Smoking and catchy endlines is forbidden
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Sometimes I think I base this whole weblogging thing on having catchy finishing line, or perhaps sentance is the proper word (?).
I might not always succeed in this mission, but sometimes Im that kinda guy whole laughs at his own jokes. Sometimes im the only one laughing at my jokes.
Stand up comedy, or karaoke would not be jobs suited for me. Actually most jobs don’t suit be. I was built for slacking, not working.
Lately, I’ve thought alot about finishing smoking (because of my now sometimes healthy approach in life). It hasn’t come to anything more than thought though, things seldom do.
Outside the office, it’s probarly a beutiful day. But im a wageslave. I don’t get to enjoy beutiful weather, cold drinks and lazy afternoons. I only get to work, work, work. This is a dirty system, and im deep inside of it.
I don’t have any plans for this week, besides working out, but I promise not to work out. If You wanted excersiseinstructions, You could watch at a Jane Fonda video.
Thats all for know.
av Max @ 11:27:11