There's that dog again

It's becomning a habit, abuse or a second home; my mind flees to radiohead.com

care bears falling dead out of the sky.
the labour party claims it was their idea.
part of the peace process.
to educate small children in weighty matters such as
organised religion.
confused?
tori amoz.
liz hurley.
follow the yellow brick road.
renegade marxist terrorists.
don’t feel stupid.
birds falling dead out of the sky.
mother nature has her own special ways of fighting back.
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unforgiving .
pencil sharp.
well at least.
you look the part.

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Anonymous säger:
pero el bueno es que te sientes vivo.... tienes muchas suerte en esto
PerOskar-perfect blend of technology and magic säger:
es verdad, y yo tengo un corazon como un perrito; siempre corriendo para todas partes, sentiendo, querendo, muy facil a animar
Anonymous säger:
eh eh ...un perrito

A melon collie

In a word,
Rise like the sun
Fall like a pancake
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This weekend I dunno what to do. Gotany suggestions? That require minimum effort, naturally.. I will go townbound tomorrow (.. hey wait, maybe I'll go right now..) to buy some wine I ordered and pick up two rolls of developed DIA pictures. Exciting, but anticipation tells me not to get my hopes up (as one always does with photos, dang!). Tricky bit is that I don have a projector for dia pictures (dang! again).
Maybe I'll go down capital bound in the morrow. Pride festival and a friendofafriend is having a party that I'm not invited to but welcome to nonetheless.
BArring any unforeseen mishaps and hangovers I should be able to upload my lates photos sometime this weekend. Bare with me. Bare ass with me. I'm talkin to you, Robert.
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I think I'm gonna invent a desert or drink called melon collie. That sound like a plan for my state of mind. I want to get drunk and forget. Forget what? Exactly.
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Some actual information: If you didn't know, I am currently working at the Uppsala university as a research engineer developing some new kind of solar modules (for electricity). I recently got my employment extended to the end of the year and I have some kind of semi-promise of a PhD placement in the case our group receives funding (in my tired state I first spelled it findong..) for 3-4 yrs of continued research. If not, my job here will be finished and 2006 will be yet another great unknown to wrestle with. In my mind I'm thinking New York or Scotland, although I'd really just prefer to stay here. Well, whatever. I've been rolling long enough now, and without the proverbial moss it can get pretty darned cold sometimes. I could use something to cover me, wrap me up.
I guess I'm talkin about love again, it's like that band, it's always "Everything but the girl". Tired of hoping is what's called losing faith.
It's times like these I really love my friends and I am so effing thankful that they're here, everywhere to give me love. And sugar.
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Onion

Loser hiding behind winning smile