And this guy was there too. He’s known as me. I was, evidently, very fancy.
There was another person there, however I failed to get a picture of her persona. Please forgive me for my rudeness.
This lady was present today, too. Don’t worry, she’s not actually a maniac.
I met with people in Växjö today. This is Julia. Presented without further comments.
I met with this lady on Friday. Her name is Amanda and she is pretty great. And by pretty I mean super. And by great I mean she’s a nice person, rather than a huge person.
When I was little, I had a goldfish. My two brothers had one each as well.
Mine was named CTRL, Viktor’s was named ALT, and Albin’s was named Delete.
They formed a good team.
Every summer, since some time during the late nineteenth century, a large amusement park is assembled through Brussels. As of later years, it’s as long as three kilometers (for you Americans, that’s about two teacups of miles, I think).
You might not know this, but amusement parks typically comes with lots of noise. Apparently.
There’s a guy on a ladder inspecting our house right now. It’s sixty years old and may have a few issues.
Cross your fingers for us!
At first I thought you were referring to the guy as an “it” that is sixty years old.
Anyway, in Sweden, crossing fingers means your lying, while holding your thumb indicated that your hoping for all to turn out good!
Which is why I am holding one thumb and crossing two fingers. Just to be sure.
Due to lack of modern British geography knowledge, I’m casually assuming the Midlands is right about where the Romans put up a big stone wall instead of marching onwards to Scotland, because let’s face it, who wants to have a cup of tea with Macbeth*?
Anyway, if I ever do happen to be in the Midlands, I’ll be sure to inform you! Thanks for the invite!
*And please ignore the thousand years difference between the Romans and Macbeth, I was making a funny!
Since I happen to have a snooker table in my living room, but no proper scoreboard, I made one. You can click it and everything. Hurray.
Anyway, I have a feeling most of you guys don’t know what snooker is, which is a pain if you ever visit Britain because that’s all they do there (I hope. Otherwise I’m totally not going there).
So there’s that.
Overcompensating post-it giraffe is overcompensating.
(via prettyfoods)
THESE THINGS. What are these called? These are my holy grail of pastry goods.
I’m not trying very hard to find them.
Seems to me like a variation of Strassburger cookies.
I can fit my Droid, a pack of cigs, a lighter, car keys, ID and chapstick in my bra normally. ‘Stuffing’ it would be adding a light snack and maybe an emergency flare.
Where do you put the first-aid kit?
On miracles.
If there’s no God or some kind of Higher Power, how do you explain all the plain miracles that happen? People surely don’t start walking for the first time in their lives just because of sheer luck.
Yeah, and fucking magnets, how do they work?
Magnets, or any electromagnetic component, work because of one of the four fundamental interactions of nature: electromagnetism. In this case, two magnets - both with two different poles, a north and a south pole - will either attract or repel each other (depending on the placement of the two) by the use of photons, the elementary particle and force carrier of electromagnetism.
