Saturday, February 17, 2001

Im in G-City where Lips lives. It's perfectly ok, more than that actually.
Lips has a drugdealer for neighbour, or at least he lives close. Lips reckon his buisness is doin ok, 'cause he seem to have bought a new jacket.
He and his friend stared at us when we where out walking. I do'know if he saw us as potential customers, as threats, as undercover policeofficers or if he really was watching at some other thing.
I've just watched High Fidelity, 3 out of 5. In the spirit of the film, I think Im going to do a top 5 list.
Ok, here it his, the top 5 things I wan't to do within 3 months.

  1. Move to G-City, or to Amsterdam, with Lips
  2. Get a new intresting job
  3. Own a dog
  4. Get a job where I don't have to work all day
  5. Get published which means I have to write something else than this stupid diary

Friday, February 16, 2001

This evening I am once again going to put my behind on a busseat and sit there for 4,5 hours, listening to: Sweet Chariots, Wannadies and perhaps a swedish singer called Håkan Hellström and read Blue Mondays, a story 'bout guy from Amsterdam who seem pretty messed up.
There's different kind of people travelling on buses, obviously. First we have the students, going home for the weekend. They usually talk very much to each other which can be quite annoying if they're sitting close. Then we have some senior citizens who always bring sandwiches with cheese and ham. Other than that, they usually not disturb anyone. Moreover, we have the loved ones. I don't know what they're doin on a bus when they might aswell be home making out. I have to go away to make out but thats another quistion. Maybe Im jealous.
The loved ones can be pretty disturbing aswell if they're close.
Then we the talkers, who You end up sitting beside sometimes. They can be fun but most often it's pretty boring sitting beside You talking about stuff You wouldn't give two cents for.
At the end of the journeys, an alternative group arrives - the drunk ones. I guess You can figure out Yourself how they behave.
Last but not least, there's people like me, who like to sit for themselves, read, listening to music and not talking to anyone.

Thursday, February 15, 2001

Time to plug in the walkman, get the leatherjacket, and go to home sweet home, and I forgot, change to my canvas, can't wear sandals outside. What would people think of me? I don't know but I guess it wouldn't be good.
Cabbage something for lunch with potatoes, depressing. How can anyone come up with the idea of calling anything cabbage?
"Hey fellow stoneager, what should we call that foul tasting thing that is, however, very good for you?"
"Let's call it cabbage"
Guess it went on something like that.

Wednesday, February 14, 2001

Will the end be televized, they just sang on the stereo… Pretty good lyrics and good to think about. But who’s going to put it on tape (or as it is in the future, in a digital cam). My guess is that it’s most probarly going to be CNN. They seem to have ’appetite for destruction’. But don’t all media people? But then again, they just publish what the common man want’s. I don’t know.
There was a debate on tv yesterday. Sweden’s a monarchy. For all You kids who don’t know what it is – it means that a royal family is chief of state. King and a queen, and a couple of princes och princesses. The debate was about whether we would still have a king and a queen. About 20% was against it, 80 for. Personally, I don’t care if we have a king/ queen, president or a cow as a chief of state (allthough I’d prefer the latter). But there’s not much revolution about having a king – head of nobles, main man of the upper class, who know what fork to use at every dish.
No, Max declares being against monarchy, against republic, against everything in fact.
But, it would be intresting having a q u e e r as chief of state, with piercings, tattoos and a little pet named star.
Another good sentence from a song is ’my home is where my heart is’. You know what I mean.
Ok, here it is: destroy the monarchy, never eat salmon and never, ever say mr, mrs or sir to anyone. That’s just pathetic.
Valentine... No one other than Lips may read this....
Ahumm...
I love YOU Lips, more than I love crisps, more than a silent day in the woods, more than flying, more than climbing, more than cheap frills detective stories, more than moms dogs, I hope You get the picure hun. If I could I'd buy all the flowers in the world for You and put them in some kinda hi-tech room so that they'd never die.

Tuesday, February 13, 2001

I just can't look at the screen hoping that some good idea will pop up, so that I've something to write about. Thing's d o n o t work that way. Inspiration do n o t come from a hazardous computerscreen, they come from the little thing we experience each day. Well, nothing happened today, and then again everything happened today - how can You tell the difference when You don't listen, when You left the whole experienced day at work, You let Your mind be numb when You got home.
Why am I taking about You when i mean me? Anybody out there?
HELLO!

hello

h e l l o
Tomorrow there's Valentine. Flowers to me. Period. Im such a loveable character.
People at work don't like it when You let Your shirt hang outside Your pants, don't like not using a tie, or not buttoning the top button. They don't like when You haven't shaved, don't like You say that sparetime is more importent than work, don't like listening to loud music and they don't like people in general who doesn't look like them.
On the other hand, im not to fond of my co workers, And I guess they know it.

Monday, February 12, 2001

things one shouldn't do/be:

  1. hurt puppys
  2. smoke X
  3. participate in barfight's(almost) X
  4. eat poisenous mushrooms
  5. go skinhead
  6. wear a tie on the company picture X
  7. all wear the same shirt on the company picture X
  8. swear at children
  9. start a war
  10. apply for membership in a conservative party
  11. VOTE NO or YES X
  12. not be nice to mom
  13. not eat breakfast X

Where there's an X, im guilty as charged.
Things on my table right now: a bag of crisps (opened), a wineopener, two packages of cigarettes, remote control, lighter, two boxes of matches, pencil, table-cloth, book, phones (celluar, ordinary), cd (David Bowie). That’s all.

Sunday, February 11, 2001

The weekend wasn't so bad after all. I actually participated in my first, genuine, barbrawl. I'll tell You more about that some other time 'cause now Im going to watch Grosse Point Blank or something like that.
Vive la revolution