Nowadays millionaires pick up cans and eat bananas out of the garbage

For a few days now my looks, my appearance has been severly critized by the kids I'm faced with everyday at work. Sure I'm used to it, but nowadays the critisizm has been all about my new haircut. I look like [direct quotation] an old lady, or a psycho (and when they say that I feel like Britney during her breakdown).

Some of the kids like the arrow that I shaved at the top of my head behind my ear. Outside of work everyone I meet likes to think of it as an "L", or even worse, "A Lesbian L, The L-Word" and I feel like I have to come up with funny things that start with an "L".


There's this raining season going on here in Sthlm this week and I was on my way home earlier today on the bus listening to a radioshow and staring out the window with the rain pouring down, really romantic and emo, and they had a radioshow on called "Real life".

The topic of today was Can-collectin Kurt. He lived in a run-down house and collected cans all day long until his recent passing, but had approximately 1 million dollars in a bank-account in Luxemburg (stocks, gold ingots', villa's, etc.) but never used a single dime. He was a true genius who in his early teen's simply had way too much expectation on his shoulders, combined with an increasing amount of greedy bastards circulating in his presence. The awesome powers and invisible guidelines of our cruel mankind made this man crash and burn socially, made him into a quiet being who nobody knew up until the day he passed.

In his village everyone laughed at him behind his back. This guy who wore never before washed-sweaters and ate his dinners right out of the garbage.
In real life he was the one laughing at them.
It's sad how people put other people out of order.


I want to rewind a bit, back to the Britney thing; I've got a feeling that I'm the only one who likes Britney The Person, but not Britney Spears - the music. I guess I like the C-c-crazy in people, she seems like a total nutjob and I like it.

"Oh oh, tell me have you seen her,
because I'm so Oh
I can't get her off of my brain
I just want to go
to the party she gon' go

can somebody take me home

Ha Ha He He Ha Ha
..Ho."



I'd like to take a minute and dedicate this song to all of you crazy lezzie's out there in Stockholm, the reason being quite obvious.

I love to hate you, crazy son of a bitches

- without you, Facebook would be nothing.



Chelle Jacq