tisdag 6 januari 2009

the list of 2008

So. I'm back. And im in english this time. for all of you lovely dudes who dont speak swedish.

Here is the list of the years...



....hype… also the gathering of stupid comments: The cunt. Never before has so little yarn created such a discussion and provoked so many quilt-stitching, machine-embroiding probably free-religoius people. such a laugh.

...perfume: axe africa still going strong

...nickname: larv – no more

...illness: campylobacter from the chicken contaminated chopping board in switzerland. Oh what a lovely time we had

...wuthering height: keb, literally, but also spain

...bitch: for sure it wasnt me

...hairdo: varying…from giant dildo bald shaved with whipped cream to some kind of blonde troll whatever sort of fluff. Just to be eliminated again a couple of hour before the end of the year.

...geekiness: carbohydrates, very basic organic chemistry and all kind of different more or less peculiar animals. And stars!

...insight: as long as i put every effort i have into different things, I can not blame myself if it doesnt work. And also that the first impression doesn’t really count.

...soundtrack:

Greek song

glosoli

Heater

Lick it

The treehouse song

Hard sun

A little respect

Yellow Ledbetter

Twelwe days of christmas

...massproduction: knitted mittens, socks, hats…and small things in general.

...dresscode: ”same procedure as last year, mr pomeroy” patch pants, knitted sweater, thermo shirt. I also invested in really expensive shoes, a nice raingear set and got some lovely striped stockings form my aunt for Christmas. Hobo-chic so to speak

...accomplish: keb, nature science for dummies B, vast amounts of cheeses, breads. Tonnes of dumpsterdiving treasures. And a god damn house!

...tourist attraction: if touristattraction means: attracting sweaty people who ask stupid questions, try to not understand whats going on, and in general just makes fools of themselves, the discussion of the cunt in the newspaper…

...-war: spray bottle, wheatpaste, different kinds of food, clay, paint, palm tree branches

..project...continuing this year: sleeping in strange places, or if no strange place is available, sleep in strange clothes. If no strange clothes are available, sleep with strangers. LOL

...slogan: ”trash can gypsy” ”to eat or to be eaten. Or to eat scrap”

...emotional breakdown: the whole jesus switzerland scotland crush episode. it hurted but it was nessesary

...bonita: la casa basura

...idea: la casa basura

...masscomsumption: various different strange cheeses and slobby fruityoghurts from the dumpster, fluoride chewing gum. Espresso with hot soy milk, chocolate buds and cocoa

...come back, i miss you!: emily, sister, come home, i want to hear your beautiful laugh!

...crush: rufus wainwright

...conversation: with rufus wainwright

Rufus: What nice clothes you have

Me: Thank you, its only because of you, otherwise I'm alwys dressing like a hobo

Rufus: Oh, I always dress like a homo


Maybe it wasnt the best, but i think any kind of conversation with a crush like this is a big achievement

...practical joke: putting Tabasco salt and pepper in matso’s mate

...hangover: the one in spain, after all the wine and throwing up outside the chicken coop.. lying on the seat in the car unable to move

...person who wished she had waited for a "come in" after knocking on the door: petra. You can imagine what she saw.

...beverage: lukewarm water (yes i mean it) and orange juice. And mate J

...overdose: sugar on the baking day in spain. I will never have gingerbread again

...skill: slaughtering of pallets. The best therapy ever

..discover: city forest in uppsala. What a great forest.

...bodypart disappointment: my damn toe. I don’t know how to bribe it to not come up with stupid things all the time. Beware or else I’ll chop you off!

...record in learning: nature science for dummies part B. I got an A!

...food: olives, garlic oil and goat cheese in spain. Veggies dumpstered, dried and cooked on the field kitchen in the mountains, leftovers from the restaurant

...pimping: my bike, some more bows, some more different kinds of strings. And my pants. The washing machine always adds some kind of self glowing touch to them. And the always ongoing programme of pimp my house with whatever you may find.

...film: Mamma Mia with my mother…and now she has the soundtrack..and we always end up singing all the songs. Into the wild – moving story, great music, great scenery, great inspiration.

...song: its hard to say one, for obvious reasons its easier to pick one very recently listened to. But I say the magic position with Patrick Wolf. It symbolises of course the great time in spain, but also make me think about all the fantastic people I have around me.

...birtday giftt: The tent. I love it!

...nights in tent:. Mostly nice and cosy but the one on the way to norrköping was a bastard. All the mooses and murderers and right wing beer bellied super ego men tried to kill me

...tits: moa svan on the kyss min plysch show at pride

...titdance: same as above, to dont stop me now by queen

...dance: improving (and improvising) lindy hop with fia. And some sort of breakdance. Nad the uglydance with Lihn at new years!

...party: Fia 25 years. Except for the drama which I can only blame myself for. The box dancing was sort of the dance of the year (as not mentioned above). And the funny face session with Jenny in the box. And the pancake breakfast the day after. And the night in between.

...poem: As the crickets soft autumn hum are to us

So are we to the trees

As are they to the rocks and the hills

...religious experience: The feeling of the powers of the mountain watching me walking up on Keb. An ant stubborn as hell walking back and forth. And the feeling of the incredibleness of being just that ant.

...leopard lady: angelica of course, no one fits better in that look!

...foreign word: löffel (means spoon in german)

...the shit to do: kite running. What a perfect way of doing something just for the sake of doing it.
...most beutiful moment: A lot i can recall with a person that doesnt speak to me anymore. Whats not that remote is the last days in spain. The swimming, the fire, the people, my sentimentality and the fear of exploding of happiness.

...cat: alan, he is always the cat, emma, she is not a cat anymore, but she was a hell’uva, rufus, who with all his poor features stole my heart, my bed, my food and pooped on me.
...most unnessesary bill: a textmessage which said ”we will take 40 euros from your account” woke me up on christmas day.
That was a little uncalled for.
...TV-experience: post pride depression week watching top model with jenny and elin
...anxiety: mostly on a comfortably proper distance
..R.I.P: Emma cat. Two goats, some chickens and pigeons in Spain

...gay rights activism:the RFSL youth conference. what a great weekend. great people, free food

...book: i liked the about the girl in Oz who learned to take care of camels and then rode with them all over the country.
...pants: My golden tights.

...open fire: in spain, passive smoking with rowan with thousands of cats in my lap
...funniest: the borat quotations, saying grosse löffels name. And this Family guy sequence
...sports dissapointment: giving up the boxing.
I liked those muscles
...work: the Eco-cafe. What a slippery floor, what wickedness our brains created in that little kitchen. What vast amounts of free everything. The greatest colleagues ever!

its hard to fit in one year in a little list. i might try again tomorrow.
anyway thank you very plenty.

2 kommentarer:

  1. åh fantastiskt. äntligen back om track. och jag måste erkänna att jag fnissade många gånger, och blev skräckslagen andra.

    SvaraRadera
  2. im so happy this was in english! thank you for thinking of us low-life-one-language-speaking-americans. now git yer ass to tex-ass for Freddie Fest.. its warmer here... :) just sayin..

    SvaraRadera

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