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Sunday, July 29

Is this pettiness?

So I bring a guy home, he's cuter than a baby seal, but he does not approve of the clock in my room. Now... I like my clock, in fact I love it. It is special, I will admit. It's looks like a tv break screen, if you recall those? Round, lots of colours? Anywho. I know it's silly, and not the more important issue here (guys--not to mention cute ones--are a rare occurrence in my room... yup) ... but I couldn't let the clock thing go. I just, I had to know exactly what he didn't like about it. I mean overall it fits my room, so it's not like it POPS in your face the moment you step in. I all but interrogated him, and I felt like I had to apologise when he finally admitted that, as a kid, he always thought those break screens where annoying as hell. He took my insanity like a champion though, bless him, and even said he understood:

"I have this big collage on my wall with words from the Danish dictionary that I find interesting. I get upset when people tell me it's uncool. But it's their problem. It's my room, y'know?"

Oh yes I do know. Also, MAY I?!

I'm gonna keep you posted on this guy.

Wednesday, July 25

I don't have much to say

This is me being a twat and not updating anything but my tumblr. I simply don't have anything remarkable to share here. My life used to be worth something once, I don't know what this is. All I can say is that I'm writing again. Big time.