March 2011
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Remember that time Germany invaded Russia
apriki: And Hitler was like: And Gobbels was like: And Rommel was like: And Stalin was like: And Churchill was like “sure bro, whatever you want” And FDR was like: And Mussolini was like: Even fucking Hirohito was like:
WW2 GEEKERY!
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Final Year Resolutions
The problem is that I was always ridiculously succesful with entrance exams of all kinds, but on the other hand, also quite pitifully worthless when it came to my final exams. To put it short - entrance exams with flying colours, final exams like the piece of lazy ass not giving a damn I actually am.
So statistically, there is still a chance I will fuck this conditional offer up. And it is not...
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On My Future Fatherhood
One day, I will make a damn good father to my kid.
I will stay at work late, but I will love my work, and so will my kid. He or she will always ask me what was it like today and I’ll say “You see that billboard out there, the one with no idea or charm whatsoever? In a month, you will see what I did at work today, kid.”
If it is a boy, I will teach him how to choose a good steak...
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So scary, so beautiful. Like David Bowie.
astralconversations:
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“A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.”
– John Lennon
“Writing is such a damn lonely sickness.”
– Cloud Atlas, David Mitchell
Day Ten: One confession
I did not like (500) Days of Summer.
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Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life...
O_O
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(and yes. my horizontal smileys only have one eye. it’s called evolution, baby.)
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Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Happy trail and every vague glance of it I get.
Surprise hugging around my waist from behind.
Compliments.
(And of course an infinite no. of songs, like Lovesick or Little Red Corvette.)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Men who don’t like food; I can understand men who don’t have a sweet tooth, but for god’s sake, If you have cup of tea for breakfast and bowl of salad for dinner, you’re no man in my book.
Inability to grow any facial hair whatsoever.
Hockey fans.
Men who won’t let you touch their hair. Or bellies.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot.
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A Scott Pilgrim situation.
I’m having one, and it just has it all.
I even have my own Gideon Graves, I just don’t really know him (yet) but there’s something inside of me that tells me that one day this Gideon of mine will come and try to kill me.
And of course, there’s Ramona with her super awesome hair that change color every now and then and comes to my dreams to haunt me and make my dreams more...
“So, I don’t really want to be here, as you can imagine, but the faculty...”
– DK
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Oh fuck, I can’t do this. I seriously don’t regret anything I’ve done until this point in my life, well, at least not completely. Instead, let’s skip this one with a very sexay picture.
