Don’t feel like filling my queue.

See you in a few days!

TOMORROW!

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Mom is blasting James Blunt in the living room speakers…

I just want to smoke one and start work now. In silence.

Dear God loving followers (I know I have a few):

Here’s what I think.

If you live for Him, to please and serve Him, and you list Him as #1 in your list of stuff you like, I think you have gotten your priorities really wrong.

Some people derive a lot of comfort from religion, and I get that - hold on to your comfort blanket as you want, and for that I will never criticize you - but you should live for your own happiness, for your dreams. You can live for the happiness and good of others, if that’s what rocks your boat. But don’t live for your imaginary friend. That’s a useless thing to live for, and I think you are wasting your time here.

There are many things on earth in greater need of love, attention, dedication, devotion, than an all powerful, all knowing, all seeing, all invisible man in the clouds.

Packing up!

Can’t believe that by tomorrow I’ll be out of this godforsaken place! :D

I got my message logs from facebook.

The couple of months of chatting that happened between me and my man, before we actually met, amount to 2203 A4 pages.


Copying and pasting that just nearly killed my laptop.

I read this in our bathroom once. x)
The background of my info bar thingy is actually this terribly unfocused photo of Buddha. Just felt like putting it out there. haha
Wishlist value at BAF is now $6,331.49

So if you ever randomly feel like giving an expensive gift to some stranger, you know what I want and where to find me/it.

lol 

Stupid people complaining about how much it hurts to stretch your lobes, and even stupider people giving advice, saying to make tapers out of modelling clay.
I have no hope for this generation’s common sense and/or ability to research.

Buying my tickets to Sweden today! (probably)

‘cause of that I had the most tiring dream, where I was late for the plane and just kept running around. 
I always dream about being late for the plane whenever I buy the tickets. 

I’m paranoid about missing a flight.
I have no idea what would happen if I actually did miss one.

Damn damn damn I hate surprises!