A few hours grace before the madness begins again.
You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you’re satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you’ve got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you’re trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.
I look like a monster, red nose, runny eyes and nose…. Actually, I don’t look like a monster, I look like somthing possesed by a monster, or something eaten by a monster, and then spat right back out again.
I’ll spare you a picture, but trust me, its bad, I’m drinking tea, thats how bad it is.
I think this will be it for today…
Kære Brevkasse: jeg har sex med min kone om morgenen før jeg kører på job, igen når jeg kommer hjem til frokost, til fyraften, efter aftensmaden, før OG efter tv-avisen og igen til sengetid, når jeg så vågner kl 3 om natten fordi hun piller, har jeg bare ikk lyst!!! kan det skyldes at jeg onanerer i arbejdstiden??
And I wasn’t the only slave to my nesting instinct. The people I know who used to sit in the bathroom with pornography, now they sit in the bathroom with their IKEA furniture catalogue.
One minute was enough, Tyler said, a person had to work hard for it, but a minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.
This is what it will amount to today, I’m lazy and hungover.
If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?
This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time…
I have been in Odense this weekend, at a big meeting for all the representatives in my union. Two days of meetings, talks, tactics and beer, We got the results I was hoping for though, so, I’m a happy camper 🙂