And the point of all this is?

My first thought about todays blog post was that it would be a loooooooooooong angry one. But I do think I have changed my mind a bit. I’ve got plenty things to be angry about, so nothing missing there, but I’ve got no inspiration to write… So here’s my day in short;

07.30: alarm clock rings, press snooze                                                                                             07.40: alarm goes off again, this time I get up and get ready                                                       08.00: Walked down to the tube/got on the tube bladibla                                                           08.25: arrived in Farsta Centrum, went in to pressbyrån and bought a can of burn               08.28: ran to the dole office, literally/figuratively                                                                         08.30: got through the door at the dole office… No group to be seen anywhere, so I sit down                                                                                                                                                      08.45/55: Dole person walked by and said “no group meeting thingy today”………… so… FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!

After that I sat and waited until TEN… So from fucking 8.30 till TEN I sat there waiting for someone who could explain to me why the fuck i even got out of fucking bed today… Finally it’s ten i get a queue note thingy and it’s my turn… Got my moneypaper thingys signed, alles gut, and then gave them a bollocking for being arseholes. And they tried to give me a warning… THEY giving ME a fucking WARNING? I don’t think so mistah mistah. They gave me the wrong date, they want to give me a warning cause i missed the meeting that apparently was yesterday because of THEM giving ME the WRONG date?! Allow me to say; What the flying fuck?!?! How can they even fucking think about giving me a bloody warning, i’ll shove the fucking warning up their arse!

 

And now I’ve got a headache, I bet it’s their flippin’ fault….. Oh well, there you have it people. Oh and I’ve got my period. And I feel a bit feverish… This day is going well.. NOT!

Over&out

Oldies but goldies

I used to be a punk… Just some pictures^^ These are from 2005-ish to 2007-ish

Dinner/movie date

As I wrote earlier Michael and I did go to dinner in town. And we also went to the cinema and saw “the other guys”, very entertaining, although some of the jokes were a bit… just no. But! Some jokes were friggin’ awesome :3 (Michael says the plot was very predictable tho) Did not know and wasn’t expecting Samuel L. Jackson, “The Rock”, Eva Mendez and Ice T to be in it tho. (or Ice T wasn’t really in it, he was the narrator).

All in all it was good… Mr Ferrell funny as usual, and Mark Wahlberg was, Mark Wahlberg…. Shouting and staring! I do think that the prius did a very good job as well!         And now we’re (or I am) listening to arabic music (Michael does not approve^^).

Oh and we had dinner at …ehm.. Texas Burger(?) in hötorgshallen. I had a fajita salad and Michael had a fajita burger, nomnomnom! And the people who sat at our table before us left a bag, and we didn’t steal it, didn’t even look in it! Instead we left it with the staff as the good people we are

Am now going to bed I think… Or soon at least!

Over&out!

Celebration dinner on the schedule!

Nope, no lazy evening for me and Mr Michael tonight! We’re going out to dinner…. We’re so romantic :3

Gotta get dressed, over&out!

Today is a lazy day

I have realized that I can write whatever I want in this blog because no one reads it anyway! It’s great innit?

Today is, like the headline says, going to be a lazy day I think… Unless me and Michael are going to dinner tonight in town to celebrate 14 months together and our 2 month secret…… Only a chosen few know what the secret is hehe, and no, I’m not pregnant My stomach is being all weird today, it’s my period fucking around as usual. It was here yesterday but today it’s a bit shy or something like that. I’ve been wondering something, how can people live on their blogs (spec. make money on writing) when they can’t spell? I think I read about three blogs in an average day. Used to be four but Cajsa (who can spell!) has stopped blogging, so down to three again. And neither of these blogowners can spell. Surely they should be sent to a mandatory spelling course by their sponsors? If I was a sponsor i would send them to one anyway… Oh well.. I’ll update a bit more later.

It looks like freedom but it feels like death

First of all, why should fat people wear different clothes than thin people? I’m wondering this cause i was just looking through a clothesmagazine thingy… They have their clothes but only up till size 48 i think,  after that you have to shop from some other brand… Why not make the “normal” clothes in bigger sizes as well? I understand that you would have to change the fit and stuff like that, but come on people… Fat people do not want to walk around and look like tents, regardless what people seem to believe. And I know this since i’m not particularly skinny myself, nothing wrong with that but thought i’d tell you. So I know what I’m talking about, never want to go out shopping anymore because it ends with my man thinking he’s done something wrong cause I’m so pissed off. But it’s never his fault, it’s the clothes that don’t fit.

I hate shopping, really. Shopping for t-shirts and hoodies is fine but to try and get bras, jeans, trousers, button down shirts and other things is fucking impossible. We’ll start with talking about bras. I’ve got a G-cup (that’s swedish measures) and I’m 75-80 around. That doesn’t exist in a shop on your local shopping street. The only bra i have that actually fits is from a webshop. And if i would find one in a shop it would be 500 sek or more, compared to bras with A to D cups that normally doesn’t cost more than 250 sek. This pisses me off, or like peter griffin would say; It grinds my gears. It’s not easy being busty in this town!

And jeans is a fucking nightmare. First of all the sizes are usually wrong, and by that i mean that the sizes are really really small, I do not approve! I really do not approve. Hopefully it won’t only be my skinny friends who reads this, and i don’t mean that it’s really easy for you to find clothes (but at least your sizes exist in normal shops) cause I know that you have the most usual sizes so its sold out all the time… But that’s a different problem and I’ll let you write about that if you wish! What I’m trying to say is that i hope someone who’s like me reads this and understands what I’m talking about, cause it’s hard to understand the frustration if you’ve never experienced it…

 

BUT! This is not what i was going to write about really… haha. I was gonna write about not having a job and stuff, but ehm… We’ll do that another time! (that’s what the headline is about anyway…. The headline btw is stolen from Leonard Cohens song “closing time”)

Over and out :*

Film now

And there he is <3