Have you ever tried to make a shortcut through an industrial neighbourhood just to find yourself suddenly imprisoned by fences and gates?
I did. Today.
I thought I was being so darn clever to cut throught the container dumpsyers and save a lot of time and walking. Think again.... I ended up facing several fences and gates neither of which seemed eager to let me pass. As I began to search for holes in the fence it occurred to me exactly how dumb this idea had been. But I got the best of it. Some exploring and then at last I found a gate with one loose bar maling a gap bog enough for me to squeze myself through. Must have looked interesting.
Funny if some of the owners of the places had found me. Me and my bag filled with fireworks. What a party indeed!
Rants, recipes, pictures and blahs. That's what to expect. Welcome inside the mind of a very crazy bitch!
lørdag den 31. december 2011
søndag den 25. december 2011
A Christmas tale
My friend was brought home three days ago. He agreed to take home with his parents. My entire family is sooo happy and clapping their hands sighing "thank God" while I'm on the verge of puking every time they tell someone he's back home....
He was tired of school.
Whenever someone brings up a topoc which I dislike I keep passive. I shut up like a clam and just sit there trying to keep their voices out of my head.
I like the way my friend got from place to place. Walking and hitching rides. None of my family members seem able to relate (except my brother and cousins) they are all schocked.
Mu dad keeps shouting up about how the boy should be allowed to do as he wishes. Be a carpenter, plumber or whatever. They try to rationalize his ways, but in the end I don't think they understand it one bit.
I keep wondering how they will react this Summer when I leave for a different continent for who lnows how long.
The first thing my grandpa said was: "You can find gold over there!"
Sure, that's why I'm going..........
He was tired of school.
Whenever someone brings up a topoc which I dislike I keep passive. I shut up like a clam and just sit there trying to keep their voices out of my head.
I like the way my friend got from place to place. Walking and hitching rides. None of my family members seem able to relate (except my brother and cousins) they are all schocked.
Mu dad keeps shouting up about how the boy should be allowed to do as he wishes. Be a carpenter, plumber or whatever. They try to rationalize his ways, but in the end I don't think they understand it one bit.
I keep wondering how they will react this Summer when I leave for a different continent for who lnows how long.
The first thing my grandpa said was: "You can find gold over there!"
Sure, that's why I'm going..........
torsdag den 22. december 2011
tirsdag den 20. december 2011
mandag den 19. december 2011
Life is fragile
I'm still in a state of shock from the news about my former English teacher. To think she's dead and I never will be able to see her frowny smile ever again seems so unreal.
I was never extremely fond of her, but I learned later that she did what she did to help me. Even though I disliked her idea of forcing me out of "anti-socialism".
My friend's been found. He left home Monday after leaving a note saying he needed some time on his own and that no one should go looking for him. My mother has bugged me about this ever since. Could I help somehow and blah blah. But honestly?
I never intended to do a thing.
He wished to be alone and respect that..
I was never extremely fond of her, but I learned later that she did what she did to help me. Even though I disliked her idea of forcing me out of "anti-socialism".
My friend's been found. He left home Monday after leaving a note saying he needed some time on his own and that no one should go looking for him. My mother has bugged me about this ever since. Could I help somehow and blah blah. But honestly?
I never intended to do a thing.
He wished to be alone and respect that..
søndag den 18. december 2011
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