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.