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Wow, I don't post here often, do I? It's like neglecting my child. That is if I mated with a computer and got this electronically thingy with no soul as an offspring. But neglecting isn't nice no matter what the subject/object is. I'll promise that I will try to update this site more often, but are there anyone out there that really reads this stuff? Oh well, at least I can feed my other personality with stuff. You have seen the movie Alien, right? Those who haven't seen it must have heard about it. But anyway, everyone knows about the scene where the alien bursts out of the chest of that hungry man. Just think about that feeling, something unknown is pressing against your ribcage, FROM INSIDE YOUR BODY. The pain, ohh the pain. And fear. I think I know how that feeling is like. Because sometimes I get this extremely strong throat burns or what they are called. The acid burns my insides, and it sometimes feels like my ribcage will burst open, from inside. Just like what happened to that hungry man in Alien who got his ribcage bursted open FROM INSIDE where this ugly little thing with saliva in it's mouth screamed like a drunk seagull before it escaped. Just like that. The feeling. And it isn't nice. Not at all. It's annoying. I think we all have had some throat burns now and then. Or... maybe it really IS an alien embryo within ut all that tries to escape from our bodies? Just for fun: Current Location: Outer space
Current Mood:  dorky
Current Music: P.P. Arnold - The First Cut Is The Deepest
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Oh wow, it's been a while since I last wrote something here. I guess that's what happens when work comes first, the spare time becomes something sacred that goes to sleeping only. Yup. Had a zombie marathon last week. It started with Night of the Living Dead from 1968 followed by Dawn of the Dead, Day of the Dead, Night of the Living Dead (1990), Dawn of the Dead (2004), Land of the Dead, Flight of the Living Dead, Dead Meat, Night of the Living Dead (2006), Return of the Living Dead 1-3, and Shaun of the Dead. It was fun. The dreams got a bit stressful, but not nearly as stressful as the night shift at work. We all have a small amount of paranoia, but mine grew a bit larger during those dark hours. In the end I was plotting my escape just in case the undead started swarming around the building. I think everyone should have their own zombie plan. In that way less people would die, something that will help when the human race once again shall build a new society. We need all the doctors, professors, military, and chefs there is. Just think about all the history and knowledge that will be forever forgotten if most learned people dies and comes back as zombies. Their brains used to be filled with so much wisdom. And now? Only a rotting piece of old proteins. I won't give away my zombie plan, if I do I'm afraid many would copy it and then it will be much more difficult to escape the horde of moaning zombies. Do YOU have a zombie plan? Current Location: The base
Current Mood:  cold
Current Music: Electric Light Orchestra - Telephone Line
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Well, that was a real mindwaker. Or: "That's what happens when you delay things too much". Ah, destiny. It can be so raw sometimes. It's not fun, not at all. But who to blame? Murphy and his stupid law? In the end of November my computer died. No, it didn't get slower or crashed. It died. D-i-e-d. No more mr. computer for you. No sir. Everything I had on it, pictures, music videos, MP3-files, text documents, recipes, journals, porn, etc. Everything went into oblivion together with the computer. Everything I had collected and created during the last two years, gone. It's when things like this happens you don't know if you're gonna cry or laugh, or both. If you gonna kick the dead, soulless computer out of the window or set it on fire and laugh hysterically. And loosing a computer in the end of November isn't the best time to loose it. Christmas is just around the corner, and your money get sucked out of the bank account faster than you can say "lutefisk". So I had to buy a cheap laptop, just so I could have internet access and check my mail and surf sites that I couldn't enter at work (guess what, no really). But Murphy didn't stop there. Now I have big problems with my wireless network, it acts crazy, like a bum down in the subway system after being exposed to chemicals. Something ala C.H.U.D. And it won't get fixed until later this month. Fun? No. The only thing left now is to wait. Wait and see how long it takes until I get a stable internet access again, or when something else goes wrong. The more I think about it, the more bitter I get. Oh well, that's life. At least I'm alive and can breath fresh air. Now I'll see the Tomie Collection and laugh at dark haired girls that dies a horrible, agonizing death. Now that's therapy. Current Location: In a bottle
Current Mood:  cranky
Current Music: Kate Bush - Cloudbusting
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Oh God nachos makes me thirsty. Not while I eat them, but some time later. It's an unstoppable thirst, no matter how much I drink it won't stop. It's bad in a good way. I'm still a little tired from last weekend. I was invited to a party one of my co-workers were having. I thought I had put that whole 'drink-yourself-into-coma' thing behind me. But noooo. It's been long since I lost control last time and I'm lucky it haven't happened often, but sometimes we're all doomed to cross the line that goes from good drunk to total wasted (included blackouts). The plan was to only drink beer. And i drank, much of it. Were having a good time, but then this fool started pouring vodka in my glass. Thought it wouldn't do any harm to take some few sips from it. But it never got empty, he somehow managed to fill it when I weren't looking. Then he came with all kind of fruity drinks that had all the colors of the gay pride flag. And down they went. That's the last thing I remember. After that I woke up in the bottom of a grassy hill, all dirty and full of grazes. I still had my cellphone, so I must have called to my mother or something and dragged myself to a gas station. Because after that I woke up in her guestroom. I also puked like a real, professional possessed devil child. I'll bet I would have put even Linda Blair to shame if she saw that. The whole Sunday was Hell. And even the Monday was a real challenge to go through. I hope I never get this wasted again. Never. It's not good for the body, or the mind. It also feeds the paranoia. I could have burned down the gas station without remembering it. Creepy. That's what happens when you let fools pour your drinks. I don't think I'll touch alcohol again until New Years Eve. It's also expensive, and makes you loose control more easily. From next week I have to start one hour earlier at work because of routines being changed. So from then I start 06.00 AM instead of 07.00 AM. Something that means I have to get up 05.00 AM from Monday to Friday. I have no idea how I'll be able to manage it. I'll be like a walking dead. Maybe it's about time I start looking for other jobs? Some that doesn't steal all my spare time? We all need a life outside the job. If not, then we will slowly go crazy. Current Location: The garden of the damned
Current Mood:  relaxed
Current Music: Diana Ross - Theme From Mahogany
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