Just some random thoughts. You probarly not want to read it. The headline was one of the random thoughts, but of course you shouldn’t kill anyone, even if you sometimes, dislike them beyond imagination. You shouldn’t kill them because…. YES, one point, it’s illegal.
Being physically in love is better than not being in love at all, or perhaps it isn’t. Being in love isn’t always a good thing. I dont know if I just been physically in love before. Im not sure. I stated in an earlier post that my memory could be better. Sometimes though, it’s better than I want it to be.
Hmmm, what else have I been thinking about, yes. Once in a while you see a girl. She looks like a godess. You get shy just by looking at her. You hide behind your cigarette and try to look casual. I don’t know what I have to say about it. I don’t have any conclusions or something.
I think alot for having a small brain. Or, it’s isn’t really small, just not working properly – to much alcohol, drugs and skateboarding without a helmet. Because of the thinking, and because circumstances could be better, my mood is still like a rollercoaster. But im getting to the top of the mountain – and what happens there (saw it on teve yesterday) – oxygen runs out. You go sick. Man is not suppoosed to live on the top of mountains. They should breed in the valleys, in the shadows of greatness.
av Max @ 21:38:53 i Old diary | länk | Prat (1)
Vacation eats my soul
Everyone at work is going away on vacation, well not everyone – but almost. That means answering the phones. That means talking to customers. That means getting your socks kicked if anything goes wrong. Things go wrong, that’s why they happen.
For me – vacation is t-h-r-e-e weeks away. It mights aswell been a lifetime.
I really need to get away somewhere, to some place far away from this shitty country (and shitty people, including me). But when im somewhere else, I don’t really need to be me. I can be Darth Vader, or Jaws instead.
Phones ringing at work does the same for people what the Black Death did on the 14th century.
av Max @ 16:16:29 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)
This day I drank coffe, I smoked and I…
I seldom describe what I have been up to during the days, or do I? My memory could be better. I think it should be boring just reading what a person thinks about this and that.
This morning I woke up, or woke up is a rather optimistic way of putting it – I HAD to get up. Then I had breakfast, which for a change contained something other that liquid. I had a sandwich, with cheese, that I’d done the day before. To that I had a glass of milk, and for dessert I choosed a glass of water and a cigarette.
After breakfast, I noticed that my foot hurt, so I woulnd’t be able to walk to work today, because if I would, my foot would fall off and then I might never find it again. So I called up my colleague.
Well, well, until my ride arrived I did the usual stuff – brushed my teeth, even made the bed, watched the morning news.
At work, I had my morning coffe. My colleagues had their morning coffe. They talked with each other probarly, and I said something aswell most certain. Then I had another cigarette, after which I got down to work.
I notice here, that besides being boring to write, it’s boring to read aswell. With the lack of judgement that im blessed with, I still publish the darn post and this evening, I might describe the whole day in detail.
av Max @ 10:49:10 i Old diary | länk | Prat (1)