I think it's decided that the poor little birdie is a chicken. Birds aren't the only things I stuff my face with:





In other news Loretta and I hung out in the sun the other day. She's got pretty new hair!
We went shopping for manga and I found The super-cool life of Strawberry-chan <3 It's amazingly cute and weird!

Talking about cute and weird, Nemesis is coming over soon. We're gonna go enjoy the beautiful, picturesque swedish nature and sit silent in awe of Mother Nature. Maybe.

xxx

PS My favourite boy joined the site. If you wanna see the guy who is lucky enough to make me breakfast everyday click here ----> Pufne84

I'm gonna eat you, little duckie...



Or is it a chicken?

Spring hit me like a little love bomb. I feel like my happy, old self again.
Nevermind those electric schock treatments for depression, all I need is a little sunshine <3

Okay, putting the anger aside.

Cat-update:
Despite being a house cat that only goes outside when he's in a leash, Pyret keeps his killer instincts in shape. The deadly hunter that he is, he has set out to kill the cursor. He sneaks up on his prey, watching its' every move, his entire body is ready for the kill.
Suddenly he attacks using his dangerous "tongue-push" on the victim. He doesn't need to use his paws or claws (that' s overrated). The mighty hunter just pushes his tongue down on the poor cursor and squeeze untill it presumably dies and then tries to eat it by licking it up.

It's scary, really, when you realize what wild and devious animals we keep in our homes, trying to tell ourself they're "domesticated" and "tame".

Sometimes I feel like I'm never satisfied. It's like I try to find something bad in everything, like I have to be unhappy about something all the time. I scratch the nice and neat and polite surface to look underneath when I could've just let it be. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I keep doing this?

People like to tell me that I'm stubborn and can't let go. That I'm a pessimist that wants to whine. That the world is not perfect and it will never be. That might be true, but when they imply that I deserve unhappiness as some sort of a punishment (for being me, I suspect), that' s when I realize it isn't me.

It's just the world, again. It' s the hating, fascist, conservative, stupid world that doesn't want me to be me. Doesn't want people to be people.

The want for a revolution still burns somewhere deep inside of me. It has changed a lot during my life and nowadays it mostly manifests itself in silent tears. Me and the rest of the grown up world are too tired, or cowardly or bullied to scream.

So I put up my old set Megatokyo (shot in 2005, I think) in member review. I figured people might see it more there than if it's just rotting away in my albums. I think some people got the idea that it's newly shot, but that is not the case, and I don't have any ideas about it being accepted. It' s allready been rejected back when I first sent it in. I'm just doing some spring cleaning of my account.
(Thankyou and much love for all the nice comments, though. I love being praised <3).

It's hard to throw away old pictures and such. I'm such a collector and I get nostalgic about every little blurry snapshot I ever take. My cellphone is full of ugly old pictures (often of food) that I don't really know why I'm hanging on to.

It's the same with non-digital thingsies, allthough I have become a bit better at not keeping everything]. There are some things though, that I'm probably never gonna be able to get rid of (like the diaries from my child hood or old love letters, or my Hello Kitty-plushies).
What are some thing/s that you could never throw away?

Now, for a bit of spring lightheadedness:

Mika - Lollipop

PS - In the spirit of spring cleaning, I'm gonna delete all friend request. If you want to be on my friend list, email me about it. I'm not trying to be a bitch, but I have 175 requests at the moment, mostly from people I never spoke with. I sincerly like people and friends, and therefor I want to be able to keep in touch and not drown in lots of anonymous friends.

Last summer I spent in a beautiful little house by the sea, and one day when I was looking for something to read I stumbled upon a few Agatha Christie books. I think I started with "Hickory Dickory Dock" or "After the Funeral". I read "The ABC-murders" while working a night shift. That was quite scary, being the only one awake in too large a room, with my entire concentration on the story. The squeeaking of the floor and the wind outside gave me shivers.

When I was flying to California I searched the flight shop for another book by her and found "And they were none". I can see why it´s such a classic.
Safely at home again I borrowed all the Christies that were in possession of my friends and family but started feeling that it was too random.

Orderly as I am I decided to read them all in chronological order.
However, I got to The Man in the brown suite and have stayed there for the last two months I think.

It started out kind of cute and I thought it might prove to be a romantic and intriguing story like "They Came to Baghdad." The later also has a young, naive girl as the main character and it had me quite captured (I think it may be one of my favourites of Christie).
So far though, I must say that The Man in the brown suite" really is extremly dull, the main character does nothing but hangs around on a boat and conspires, seemingly without no use of logic or brains at all. I will finish it some day soon, in order to be able to move on to the next, but I don´t think I´ll enjoy it very much.

Any other Christie fans out there? Someone who read them all and can confirm this is her most boring book?

Meh, first rule: google before getting excited!

coming soon

Miss me?

Real life is boring. Allthough I heard just yesterday that there´s an Opus-movie out there somewhere waiting to be discovered by me. That brings a little hope.

I should just have posted a "have a great summer, see you in september" on my blog. I feel kinda sucky for not keeping in touch, I don´t know if that makes anyone feel a bit less ignored.

I´ve had a wonderful summer so far. I took the cats with me to the south of Sweden for my summerjob and stayed just 60 metres from the beach (hence the abscense from internet).
Right now I´m in California, which is prettty cool. I´m trying to see as much of it as possible but for the moment I´m lost in "Links crossbow training".

I promise that when I return to Sweden and the days are getting darker and rainier I´ll spend more and more time on sg again. See ya guys!

xxx
Katrina