Anders speaking!

Now I just need a poncho.

Some stranger shoutet at me today for riding my bike on the RIGHT side of the road, while he was driving on the wrong.

Why?

I don’t want to dream about you again tonight. I really don’t.

It’s not that I hate the dream, ‘cause it’s a nice dream. But it just makes matters worse.

It’s stupid, and I’m stupid, and you don’t care. I don’t even care myself, so I don’t know why I’m writing this. Or why you are reading it. Though I do feel honored if you actually take your time to read this nonsense. I should really.. Oh well.

I should really write this down on a piece of paper, instead of on a public blog. Oh well, I’m too lazy.

Anyways, I’m off to bed. Goodnight! <3

I thought of you last night.

It was nice, it really was.

But then I woke up and remembered who I am.

Then I became sad.

I’m still sad, as always.

So I listen to Nirvana and try to smile.

I want to start a band but I’m just too bad a musician.

Or maybe I just don’t have any grunge-playing friends.

But I think it’s because I’m terrible.

Happy tuesday.

I’d ban all use of make up and other beauty products. We are human, and we are all ugly, and we don’t have to hide that.