Wednesday Jul 04, 2007

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this is my lucky life in the north of sweden at 7.30 in the morning.
my co-worker and i, who hates being in pictures, even though she's a total babe..
discovered that i can take b/w pictures with my camera.. another feature i had no idea of.. a box of secrets this damn thing..

so, this is me in my morning glory, pissed at the world kind of face-



and this, seriously, is me trying to look like i did in every school picture (except for the one where i was dressed as man whatever )




and this is the window i look out of and ask the sun to move a bit fucking faster so i can go home




ooo aaa i'm not a very interesting person.
but i make up for it with weird endings.. like this











see? weird, huh? woosh! flew RIGHT by me, that one! biggrin
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memoorandom:
i think i'd rather just get everything tomorrow. i get fucking anxiety waiting for parcels because i hate the thought that things could. . 'go missing' it makes me way too nervous. . . *scratches self* plus, my parcels are my interesting gifts. clothe sand money are all well and good, but they're not. . you know. . . nerdy enough for me wink

ah, you silly girl, my grandfather and my dad look nothing alike! you're surely not confusing brian and my father? *prod*

i know however, that i look a hell of a lot like the old guy. . . makes me very happy smile
memoorandom:
you're not cursed, honey

*paws at you*

yeah, tehre could conncievably be more than one thing in there, the envelope (wrong word, really) is thick-ish. . . but i don't think it's standard to send stuff in one envelope. anything i've ordered in the past theys end stuff seperately. . . *scratches head* we'll see, i guess

*sigh*

clothes are fine, dear, but you know me, i'm not one who really craes about clothes, they';re functional to me rather than what they are to people like. . my mother who has to be fucking acting like life is a fashion show (sponsored by marks and spencer) all the time. . . i've liked the clothes i've gotten as gifts from you,m but you. . . tend to know waht i like more than she does. did i tell you about the last tiem seh bought me t-shirts? they would have been too small for your scrawny BROTHER, hon. i just satred at her and was liek 'seriously, are you kidding me? do you see how chunky i am now?'

wink

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