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I'm a writer with a bachelor's in rhetoric, working on my master's; by a twist of fate I'm from Sweden and not always happy about it; for some reason I can never keep myself engaged in any kind of social media for more than a week. I'll probably end up a crazy old man with ten cats and bad breath living in a shed in the countryside.
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I'm a writer with a bachelor's in rhetoric, working on my master's; by a twist of fate I'm from Sweden and not always happy about it; for some reason I can never keep myself engaged in any kind of social media for more than a week. I'll probably end up a crazy old man with ten cats and bad breath living in a shed in the countryside.
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» Crap meals out
While waiting for the bus to the airport
I once ordered a "shrimp saganaki" in a small village outside of Rethymnon, Greece.
Now, saganaki is fried sort-of-feta cheese, and usually quite delicious. A shrimp saganaki I thought would be fried cheese with shrimps in/on it.
How wrong I was.
When my coveted food finally arrived I was confronted with a tin bowl full of hot oil. In the oil swam a couple of overcooked shrimps, and a lump of what probably once was cheese.
I ate about one fifth of it before my stomach started to cramp.
Luckily for me, there was better food to be had at the airport. Which says a lot about the aforementioned meal.
(Sat 29th Apr 2006, 17:10, More)
While waiting for the bus to the airport
I once ordered a "shrimp saganaki" in a small village outside of Rethymnon, Greece.
Now, saganaki is fried sort-of-feta cheese, and usually quite delicious. A shrimp saganaki I thought would be fried cheese with shrimps in/on it.
How wrong I was.
When my coveted food finally arrived I was confronted with a tin bowl full of hot oil. In the oil swam a couple of overcooked shrimps, and a lump of what probably once was cheese.
I ate about one fifth of it before my stomach started to cramp.
Luckily for me, there was better food to be had at the airport. Which says a lot about the aforementioned meal.
(Sat 29th Apr 2006, 17:10, More)
» Losing Your Virginity
It was all sort of... accidental.
It was about three years ago. A (female) friend that I hadn't met for ages called me and asked if I wanted to have a coffee with her that afternoon. Of course, I said. She's pretty good looking and an all-around nice girl. So I met her at a coffee shop a couple of blocks from her place at around five o'clock.
I didn't end up shagging her.
Instead, some of her friends dropped by. We exchanged pleasantries, shared cigarettes and generally had a nice time. I talked a lot to one of the girls, we liked the same music and both played the bass.
Suddenly, and I can't remember why, me and her left the coffee shop and walked to my place. We ate a very improvised dinner (toast), talked all night and (once again without me remembering how) ended up in bed. She thought I was experienced and of course I was too embarrased to confess that I was in fact a virgin. But in retrospect, it was actually pretty good sex. At the time, I was scared shitless.
I didn't sleep that night and went to school the next day, tired and confused but somehow happy.
I never saw that girl again.
(Sun 6th Mar 2005, 0:19, More)
It was all sort of... accidental.
It was about three years ago. A (female) friend that I hadn't met for ages called me and asked if I wanted to have a coffee with her that afternoon. Of course, I said. She's pretty good looking and an all-around nice girl. So I met her at a coffee shop a couple of blocks from her place at around five o'clock.
I didn't end up shagging her.
Instead, some of her friends dropped by. We exchanged pleasantries, shared cigarettes and generally had a nice time. I talked a lot to one of the girls, we liked the same music and both played the bass.
Suddenly, and I can't remember why, me and her left the coffee shop and walked to my place. We ate a very improvised dinner (toast), talked all night and (once again without me remembering how) ended up in bed. She thought I was experienced and of course I was too embarrased to confess that I was in fact a virgin. But in retrospect, it was actually pretty good sex. At the time, I was scared shitless.
I didn't sleep that night and went to school the next day, tired and confused but somehow happy.
I never saw that girl again.
(Sun 6th Mar 2005, 0:19, More)
» Little things that turn you on
I've always found that girls who smell slightly of sweat are... wow.
Also, knee length t-shirts score pretty high. More so if she's wearing nothing else.
(Sat 19th Feb 2005, 21:40, More)
I've always found that girls who smell slightly of sweat are... wow.
Also, knee length t-shirts score pretty high. More so if she's wearing nothing else.
(Sat 19th Feb 2005, 21:40, More)
» World's Sickest Joke
more babies! yay!
Q: What's red, sits in a corner and gradually shrinks?
A: A baby with a cheese grater!
(Thu 9th Sep 2004, 20:45, More)
more babies! yay!
Q: What's red, sits in a corner and gradually shrinks?
A: A baby with a cheese grater!
(Thu 9th Sep 2004, 20:45, More)