onsdag 1. oktober 2008
To be continued
I have after close study and observation come to the conclusion that I do not rock in English, the others suck! Oh my god, how can you ever, spell Fantasy with an i? These words you learn in second grade. Actually I am surpised, People watch so many movies but never seem to listen enough, measure the words and so on. Same with music, and books. Believe it or not but English is a very important and easy language.
tirsdag 30. september 2008
Wicked dad & Elegant Rock
Yeah! I fucking adore AC/DC. They rock with such an elegance no other band can get close to. Have you heard the guitar solos at Back in Black? Gives me the chiils. Not to mention TNT, Highway to hell and +++- I would happily pay money for a concert including these guys. I thought my fathers taste in music only could be described as...well...fatal, killing, repulsive! Luckily my dad have a wicked taste in atleast one thing. My tips to my still none existing readers is:Even if your dad acts lame he could be kinda freaking cool deep down. Oh and for your own good, listen to AC/DC.
Read by the very first time
<---Oh come on...
Consuming it actually is day when I write this I have to start this by saying "Good Day". I hope you'r not going to be awfully disappointed as you continue to read what I am continuing to write. Fuck that sounded really "I really wish to capture the world by using simple word plays" Just please ignore that. So, my friends have long talked about since I have such a "special" personality it would be suitable to start a blog. Probably so I could meet other "special" people to discuss murder and my "special" interest for fish eyes...Come on that is not going to happen. Fish eye fans, pleace fuck off from my blog, don't look back just continue to clik away. Far way. In another direction.
I watched Shrek Yesterday, not number two or three witch honestly sucked compared to number one. With my best friend Sara, and all of the sudden she bursts out in laughter, ten minutes with heavy breath and cramps later she says " You know what? You, hahaha, look like, hahaha, Donkey!,hahahha" I starred...and starred and then I starred some more. "What the hell!?" and she just continued to laugh on. How is it, that when people call you ignorant bitch or annoying brat it never seem to hurt, like really hurt, but when your very best friend call you a donkey then it's fucking world war all over again. Then , when we watched Friends together today I said "You know what? I may look like a Donkey, But you act and look like GUNTHER!" shit, sometimes it is better to just shut up and go with the flow. She does not return my calls and I am out of money caused by exactly thirty five textmessages where I explain why she remined me of the weird, obsessed coffe guy in the background. My tips to my none existing faithfull readers:Blogs are only fun when people read them and do not ever call your best friend Donkey or Gunther.
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