Jag ber om ursäkt, för att jag varken har fotat eller bloggat under flera dagar. Varför? För mycket mat, för mycket alkohol och för mycket att göra. Nyligen så klättrade jag över ett staket med några kompisar och badade halvnakna i en handikappspool mitt i natten. Jag är nyfiken på vad passagerarna i nattbussen tänkte när några dygnsura tonåringar steg på och inledde en detaljerad konversation om sex med varandra.

Förresten så ska jag på Hultsfredfestivalen, ska någon annan det?

Lenny fotade mig och Linnea, sedan redigerade jag bilderna.

jag var mer seriös än vad ni trodde...

Har lust att klippa håret kort och färga det svart.

källor: tumblr/weheartit

"In one minute Charles Yu is going to murder himself.

Again.

Charles is a time machine repairman. He's certified for all T-class chronogrammatical vehicles, employed by Time Warner Time, and works out of Minor Universe 31, a slightly damaged, unfinished spatio-temporal structure and entertainment complex. The job should be a blast; he gets his own state-of-the-art TM-31 time machine; he gets to choose its operating system (he selects TAMMY - chestnut hair, dark brown eyes behind librarian glasses and the voice of a cartoon princess); he gets to carry a cool, scary looking gun (a paradox neutralization concept weapon); and he has an imaginary dog called Ed.

So why is Charles stuck in such a rut? He's spent the better time of the decade (easily done if you own a time machine) avoiding work and his software boss Phil (Microsoft Middle Manager 3.0). He's used the time to spy on 39 different versions of himself in alternate universes (and discovered that 35 of them are total jerks). And he's kind of fallen in love with TAMMY, which is bad because she doesn't have a module for that.

So with all that's on his mind, perhaps it's no surprise that when he meets a version of his future self, he shoots him in the stomach. And that's a beginner's mistake for a time machine repairman. He's now stuck in a time loop. Going in circles forever. All he has, wrapped in brown paper, is the book his future self was trying to give him when he shot him. It's called How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe. And he's the author. And somewhere inside is the information that could save him."

Jag ligger i sängen och pratar med Lenny över msn och objektifierar män. Det känns bra och det är kul.


// ahhh these knives maaaan.

Var och fotade igår,
flera bilder kommer under veckan.