Look at this beautiful picture
It is hard to see the evil that lies beneath. But it is lurking there, with it’s dark cold hands. Waiting. Planning. Dreaming. For the perfect moment do destroy someone. To stick it’s dirty fangs into the flesh of someones naive soul. Like mine.
Now I’m suffering from the hangover after the attack. I don’t like it. One bit.
Went to Le Beuf’s wedding this weekend, so I share some images from my mobile phone camera.
This is a sign I noticed in the school during the course last week.
See my point?
Attending a course in project management together with a bunch of hippies. The most interresting thing in the course is that the basics is all about groupdynamics. BUT it is slow and all feelingy. What is this hippie culture we live in?
Bah!
and Trent of course
I have been embraced by a heavy and dense mist similar to that of humid cotton blanket. Every time I’ve tried to breathe the wet fibres have followed the bulk flow to get stuck in my throat, only causing strain. In my exhales the blanket have embraced my chest into a tight grip,
making every second heavier and heavier.
Tomorrow, I work.
The TT invitational 2007 has begun. See golf pages.
Trent and the guys played last night in Stockholm. Goddamn they are good!
I hate going downtown, or actually, when I do go downtown my hatred for the human race shoots up and increases super exponentially.
