My dear sister Lhea alt. Darth Harald is evul!
She made me do this list!
So Enjoy!
Oh, btw. It's in swedish since I cba translating it.
Enjoy even more!
Färg: All form av chockfärger.
Årstid: Svensk "sommar".
Veckodag: Måndag.
Högtid: Alla påklistrade wannabe-högtider.
Bok: Jag läser bara bra böcker.
Författare: Linda Skugge. Inte läst nått av henne, men jag tycker bara inte om henne.
Film: Allt av Uwe Boll.
Animerad film:
Tv serie: Montell Williams
Låt: Vad som helst med Christer Sjögren.
Artist: Christer Sjögren, och massproducerade popstjärnor.
Skådespelare: Alla svenska drama-freaks.
Djur: Myggor.
Resmål: Örebro. Jävla dialekt.
Stad i Sverige: Heby. Taskiga minnen.
Transportmedel: Buss och flyg.
Sport att utöva: Fotboll, Basket, Innebandy. You name it.
Sport att titta på: Tennis och Curling.
Maträtt: Fisk. För det mesta.
Dessert: Allt som har med körsbärslikör att göra.
Krydda: Hjorthornssalt.
Dryck utan alkohol: Tranbärsjuice.
Dryck med alkohol: Aldrig mer Tequila.
Frukt: Fikon och daddlar.
Grönsak: Nån jävla bönjävel.
Blomma: Maskrosor.
Plats i hemmet: Källaren.
Tidning: Cosmopolitan.
Kvällstidning: SvD, enbart pga. Linda Skugge.
Klädstil: 80-tal. Lätt.
Klädesplagg: Sånt som alla "tuffa" människor har. Mainstream, med andra ord.
Ljud: Barnskrik i tid och otid.
Godis: Sötlakrits.
Pryl: Alla dessa helt onödiga uppfinningar.
Hus eller lägenhet: Hus.
Skor: Crocs. Må alla som använder dem brinna i helvetet.
Drink: Gin & Tonic.
Och nu jävlar.
Jag utmanar Asrahn, Eyezek och Vall.
Monday 15 December 2008 Lullaby..
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
Saturday 6 December 2008 Yeeha Motherfucker.
Oh the joy.
Yet another weekend where the first thing you get to hear when you wake up is
"How are you feeling today?"
"So-so, pretty much"
"Ah good, take a painkiller and start cleaning!"
Is there any better way to start a weekend?
I don't know. You tell me.
Yet another weekend where the first thing you get to hear when you wake up is
"How are you feeling today?"
"So-so, pretty much"
"Ah good, take a painkiller and start cleaning!"
Is there any better way to start a weekend?
I don't know. You tell me.
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