Rob Schneider is *scratch*.... a stereotype

Tomorrow I'm waking up at 08:00, I'm packing my bags, I'm buying a bus ticket and I'm off to Boxholm. Boxholm might just be the smallest living-place-thingy-whatever in the world. And I'm going there. Yessir, For sure. Be back on tuesday. I DON'T WANT TO GO :(.... I really really don't. Crap.

I just finished watching a movie wiiiiiith Rob Schneider. It was really dumb, and the story sucked really bad. The acting was awful and the ending was just too cheesy. Still I was kind of amused. While at some points I actually looked away from the tv cause I kind of blushed from the embarrasingly bad acting, there were still points where I laughed really hard. I guess I will remain an indecisive prick when it comes to Rob Schneider and his romantic comedies. Oh... and the movie. It was the one where he turns into a woman. Kick ass btw... wish I could turn into a woman. Boobies :P

A fine day...

Today has been a fine day... and so was yesterday. And I'm not even hung over. What's up with that?


I can't believe I'm gonna be 23 in a week...

Life is a pvp server, lacking game masters.

I realized something about myself yesterday. You know how kids go "When I get old, I want to be a millionaire, a pilot, the president, etc, etc.". I don't do that. I mean, I'm not a kid so I know to be a little more realistic. But I don't have a dream, or a goal. Not like that. I don't know what I want to be be. How am I supposed to know what I want to be? I've never lived before. This is my first life.

Guess that's why I like computer games. Not because of stunning graphics or über-realistic gaming feutures including Multi-über-death-shockwave-deluxe-modula 2007, and what not. A computer game is a line between A and B. Kind of like life, but in life point "B" is death, and in a game point "B" is goal, or winning, or having most resources, or whatever. You beat the game. You can die an infinite amount of times but still just keep going. I like that. I like the thought of having infinite amounts of lifes. I want that. I can try this way, no.. this way. I tried that way last time, so now I'll try this... and use this.. and this. What if I do this? If I screw up, fuck it. It's not like I can't just load my previous game and try again.

If life was a MMO, I wouldn't play it. Not in a million years. For obvious reasons. Plus the replayability is ZERO. Though I have to admit that the Gods of 3d did a pretty good job with some of the girls. Cheers!

New template...

Yes.. yes.. new template. What can I say... I r teh überhackz0rz... I am actually such a leet "hacker-cold-cracker-slacker-wasting-time-with-all-the-chatroom-yappers" guru of HTML leetness... that I fried my last template. I typed in such überhacking code that the template collapsed.

or... in other words... I suckz0rz.

I will fix this shit tomorrow... or something. In the meantime..... here's Henrik holding a pack of orange juice. Enjoy!

Charming...

Today is one of those days when I kind of CBA everything. I do my thing, you do yours, and everything will work out just fine. I also get the warning light up in the back of my head that nobody really want to read my blog. Actually not even me. So why do I even care writing? To practice my right to... what? Fuck knows. This is how I get when I don't get my coffee.

My sister got her new laptop yesterday, and being the "computer expert" that I am, I got to "fix it up". Well, I did yesterday. And today she plugged the speakers in, and there was no sound. NO SOUND. OMG. I told the n00blet to make me some coffee, and I would gladly help her with any kind of "computer hacking problem". She agreed to this, and I sat waiting. 5 minutes later, I get this message from her on msn (she's lives in the room next to me, btw);

Molle - Helt enkelt sa:
jag fixade det själv, så du kan koka ditt jävla horkaffe själv. FFFFFfffffffffitta

or roughly translated into english;

Molle - Plain simple said:
I fixed it myself, so you can boil your fucking whore-coffee yourself. CCCCCCcccccunt.

Quite charming. I love my sister, and believe it or not, this time she was just playing. But you should hear her when she get pissed for real.

Anway.. I'm gonna boil some fucking whore-coffee now. Cya. CCCCCcccunts.

He asked for A13, but they drew A31

I read yesterday in the papers about some poor 17 y/o guy who went to get inc done at a local tatto-shop.. Just like in the song, he asked to get a big ass picture of the logo of his favorite football team, Baca Juniors or something. Can't remember. Anyhoo.. long story short... the guy holding the needle was a member of the rivaling firm. SOOOO..... he drew a big penis square cross the guys back... with overdimensioned balls attached. Needless to say the pretty fly guy wasn't at all happy with the turn-out.

Steve-O no longer has the most stupid tattoo in the world. Way to go.

And this just in; Love is dumb.

And so it begins...

Embaressed and with trembling voice I utter the almost unspeakable truth; I lost my F****NG password to my last blog. I can't find it anywhere. I've tried every possible combination of passwords I usually use, but NOOOOoooo.... I had to be soOOOoo extravagant and come up something stupid. Well... here we are. I made a new one.

This time around I actually have a plan for this blog, and it's a sweet one I might add. I won't give up all the goodies yet, but I can tell you two good reasons to check for updates once a while. The first one is "POD"... and the other one is "cast". You figure out the rest. Stay tuned bitches and gentlemen.

over aaaaand... outtie! *click*