…cause I’m perfectly fine
Monthly Archives: October 2011
i don’t function before 1 pm
…and who does?
Right now I’m sitting on my windowsill and admiring the fog covering Copenhagen. I’m thinking about many stupid things. Like alcohol. Life just seems a tad funnier and much more livelier when you are drunk out of your mind, right? If your answer is “No, I have much in myself and find passion in other things in life” that is a fucking lie, and you know it. And when you feel the urge to lie to yourself, you are in bigger hole of mess than I am. Maybe there is something other than alcohol that makes you happy, but to neglect the fact that alcohol does not do the same thing, is a goddamn sad and pathetic illusion. Why do we have to be so ashamed over the fact that life is partly shitty and therefore needs a helping hand often to stand all the sorry excuses surrounding us?
I know I do. You may think of me as one of the sorry excuses surrounding you in your world wide web, and I’m not sorry for that. You may think of me as the one who think she knows the truth about life, and I am. Don’t get me wrong, life can be great, but just face it, it’s horrible the most of the time. You can have a lot of experiences, but in the end it can’t be used for a damn shit. One life learned lesson in one situation can not be used in another, yet same situation. Just face it, we never win. And when it feels like it, it’s just a matter of time when it gets taken from us. mostly we just have to settle with what we got. Settle with the seconds you are happy, and settle with the hours you are unhappy. We just have to take it. See people, that’s life. It’s not 42 or like a roller coaster… it’s just settling.
The only thing worth living for is the idea of love. And not sit there and “hahahaha” at me. Why else should you drag yourself through 75 % misery? We take long educations and overload ourselves with horribly long working hours, we get poison pig juices injected in our faces and fuck with everything that breathes just to find someone who wants us. We do all this shit so someone out there finds us worthy enough to live with us till the end.
So fuck everyone who really think they archive something for themselves only, cause they don’t. You never do. Because what was the point if there wasn’t one out there who would comment your work, recognize you, relate with/to you or whatever with you? Absolutely nothing at all.
I said I didn’t function before 1 pm.
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if you ever feel like loving yourself without the use of hands and other necessary resources
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this is why you should lock yourself in your sister’s basement (like Nietzsche)
Because you have to move when someone is threatening to take your bunny’s cage from you.
Because you don’t want to eat from a can all the time, but you are too damn tired to make yourself some dinner after a whole day at university studying.
Because you can sit in a basement all by yourself and write about fucking pathetic people surrounding you while there is nobody who will ask you questions or think it’s unusual behaviour to live in an obscure room with no windows… in your sister’s home.
Think about all the crazy shit you can do down there. Just saying.
Because your sister is always upstairs.
Because it only can go up from here. Literally. And if you are living in the dark at your sisters, there is only positive things to come. You never get disappointed by having low standards.
Because you skip out on meeting a bunch of stupid, brainless excuses for Homo sapiens. Seriously, you meet sooooo many fucked up people to find maybe 2-3 good friends. It doesn’t seem to be worthy all the work and drama for that. That is cold hard facts sweet naive teenagers out there, drinking and getting screwed while screwing yourself.
Not. Worthy. Remember.
That was all. I should probably do – yeah, DO – some homework in a non-sexual way. Maybe eat something today. It’s almost night here in Denmark.
Home is where you eat shit while someone is shitting on you.
2 times, boys and girls. 2 times I wrote the world shit in a sentence without being ashamed. You might think I’m one sick, twisted ladyboy, and maybe I am. But you are too.
Good night
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One of those days
It’s been one of those days, where I planned to study and instead used 5 hours on finding some new music because 40 gb just wasn’t enough, you know. And the best part of the whole day was that I didn’t even noticed the day pass by. You know, one of those days.
But it was also one of those days where you seek some music and find all the right ones. The right bands, the right songs. Songs you’ve heard before, but never got to know. And when you do, you kick yourself mentally in your girl nuts for not finding them a bit earlier. Like one of those days where you are raped by your own stone face and damn bored out of your socks. Can you even be raped by our own face? I don’t know, and I’m not tempted to try… yet. Maybe one day where I’m bored out of my and your socks, then I’m bored enough to do some serious shit.
My iTunes is sooooooooo fucking amazing right now, that I could rape it. Twice. And I know that you cannot rape a digital music jukebox (as iTunes itself wants to be defined as), but you get my grip right. It’s just to illustrate how much I love my musical update of my iTunes.
And no, this post is not dedicated to Apple and therefore no hidden advertisement for that piece of fine shit.
So what was the point of this? Abso-fucking-lutely nothing at all. I was thinking about writing about love, but that shit seemed so overrated at this point.
I love the word shit if you haven’t noticed yet.
But I can’t help myself: love… yeah, what is love? Haha. No, that is not the way to start this topic. Let me try again.
I was listing to Where did the love go? from Kasabian and my girly little brain started to over think. Of course over the stupidest and most irrelevant thing ever – my life in a nutshell. Did I tell you that I was supposed to study today, but instead used my precious time to think about love? Yeah, I know. Quite pathetic!
So where did the love go? Seriously? It freaks me out that you can go from love to nothing. If love is transformed into hate, it went somewhere. But if it just disappears – that’s pretty weird, dude. I don’t get it and probably never will.
I wish I could end this post more swell, but I don’t think it’s possible. I don’t even think I want to do so if I could.
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Rub you, rub me.
So you haven’t heard from me lately……….. okay, last was ages ago then. If you think my blogging is kinda ustabile, you should get to know me irl. Irl, yeah. Thats how the youth would say it today.
You probably think I have a lot to write about, and I don’t. I just felt like writing something, anything on this patehtic blog.
So.
Hi.
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