LAYERS MEME
LAYER ONE: On the Outside
Name: Sara
Birth date: 2 April
Birthplace: Falkenberg
Current Location: Söderhamn
Eye Color: Bluegreen
Hair Color: Medium blonde
Height: 1,73m
Righty or Lefty: Righty
Zodiac Sign: Aries
LAYER TWO: On The Inside
Your heritage: Swedish, through and through
Shoes you wore today: Foppa slippers
Your weakness: Procrastination. Definitely. And having too many things to do at the same time.
Your fears: Heights. Not being able to move forward, learning new things, etc.
Your perfect pizza: Capricciosa.
Goal you'd like to achieve: To one day have a published novel.
LAYER THREE: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Your most overused phrase on AIM: Don't use AIM.
Your thoughts first waking up: Oh god, morning so soon?
Your best physical feature: My eyes.
Your bedtime: Hehe. Oh, it ...varies.
Your most missed memory: Wha? I lost a memory?
LAYER FOUR: Your Pick
Pepsi or Coke: Coke
Mc Donald's or Burger King: Burger King.
Single or group dates: Uh. Single?
Adidas or Nike: Does it matter?
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Oh yuk to both.
Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee. Definitely!
LAYER FIVE: Do You?
Smoke: NO.
Cuss: All the time.
Sing: All the time
Take a shower everyday: Yup.
Have a crush(es): Sure do.
Think you've been in love: Yes.
Like(d) high school: Sure...?
Want to get married: Yes...
Believe in yourself: Oh, I try.
Get motion sickness: Mmm...no.
Think you're attractive: Some days.
Think you're a health freak: Oh no.
Get along with your parents: Pretty much, yes.
Like thunderstorms: No, not really. They make me turn off the computer!
Play an instrument: I played piano. Very badly. Years ago.
LAYER SIX: In the past month...
Drank alcohol: Ohyes.
Smoked: Never
Done a drug: Never
Gone on a date: ...no.
Gone to the mall?: Yes
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No
Been on stage: No
Been dumped:No
Gone skating: No
Gone skinny dipping: No (kinda cold in December)
Dyed your hair: No
Stolen anything: No
LAYER SEVEN: Ever...
Played a game that required removal of clothing: Ohyeah!
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yup.
Been caught "doing something": Yup.
Been called a tease: Yup!
Gotten beaten up: No...
Shoplifted: Afraid so!
LAYER EIGHT: Getting Older
Age you hope to be married: Yikes. No idea. Before I am 40?
How do you want to die: Old age. Preferrably in my bed, too.
What do you want to be when you grow up: Yikes. I am grown up...no idea still!
What country would you most like to visit: Hmm. Good question. I have a lot of countries I would like to visit.
LAYER NINE: In a girl/guy
Best eye color?: Not that important...partial to dark eyes, though.
Best hair color?: Not that important.
Short or long hair: Uh...doesn't matter.
Height: Tall. (but not a giant, either!)
Best articles of clothing: Hehe. Oh...a tie, maybe? Ties are sexy.
Best first date location: Yikes. No idea.
LAYER TEN: In The Numbers...
Number of drugs taken illegally: 0
Number of people I could trust with my life: around...10, or so.
Number of CDs that I own: Uuuugh. 40ish? 50ish?
Number of piercings: None.
Number of tattoos: None.
Number of times my name has appeared in the Newspaper?: Oh...maybe...3 - 4?
Number of scars on my body: Eh. 10, maybe?
Number of things in my past that I regret: I regret nothing...
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
Eulogy
Today is the last day here in Falkenberg, tomorrow we are driving to the new house - much further north in Sweden. The drive will take about 8 hours, and we will be driving there with one dog and one cat. Yay.
There will only be one dog, though. Today, our old dog was put to sleep, and she died here, peacefully in her basket. Donna was 13 years old, and she had lived all her life here in this house. Which is why we made the decision to let her stay here, the place she grew up in, and the garden she loved so much. It felt like it was unfair to bring her up to a new house, an unfamiliar one with almost no garden - and she was getting very old those last weeks of her life. So very old and tired, slow as a snail when out walking.
My heart is breaking, and I have cried more or less all day. Donna was the heart of the family, a wild wacky dog who never did anything slow until the last months of her life, that is. We used to say that we picked out the wrong puppy - we were gonna have the calm one, but instead it turned out to be the one with one gear - go, go, go! Still, life with Donna was never boring. She guarded us against all cats, dogs and anything else passing on the bike path outside our house - and loved every person who came through the front door. We used to say that she would do the same for a burglar - yes, yes, yes...pet me, take me with you, please!
The garden was what Donna loved most, that, and getting to go along out into the forest. The whole family was involved with scouting, so Donna got to come along on all outtings. She loved that. All the food she could eat, and get to run around in the forest all day? Heaven. She was not always popular with the scouts, though. At one particular weekend, we were camped by a lake, sleeping in a big military tent together. Being a labrador, Donna loved water, and the first thing she did in the morning was to run straight out into the lake, and then back - into the tent where she ran over all the people in sleeping bags - soaked and absolutely loving it. The scouts were not quite as happy, though.
Donna was also the mother of two litters of puppies. They were adorable, and from the second litter, we had Callisto, Donna's daughter, who is right now wandering around in the house, looking for her mother. Maybe she is finally realizing that Donna isn't here any more, and won't come back. My little neurotic dog......it must feel so confusing to see the house get all emptied, all the people disappearing. Maybe that is why she is even more neurotic than usual.
Darling Donna, dockehunden min, snusse hund...so many names, so much love. We will miss you so much...and you will be in our hearts forever.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
There will only be one dog, though. Today, our old dog was put to sleep, and she died here, peacefully in her basket. Donna was 13 years old, and she had lived all her life here in this house. Which is why we made the decision to let her stay here, the place she grew up in, and the garden she loved so much. It felt like it was unfair to bring her up to a new house, an unfamiliar one with almost no garden - and she was getting very old those last weeks of her life. So very old and tired, slow as a snail when out walking.
My heart is breaking, and I have cried more or less all day. Donna was the heart of the family, a wild wacky dog who never did anything slow until the last months of her life, that is. We used to say that we picked out the wrong puppy - we were gonna have the calm one, but instead it turned out to be the one with one gear - go, go, go! Still, life with Donna was never boring. She guarded us against all cats, dogs and anything else passing on the bike path outside our house - and loved every person who came through the front door. We used to say that she would do the same for a burglar - yes, yes, yes...pet me, take me with you, please!
The garden was what Donna loved most, that, and getting to go along out into the forest. The whole family was involved with scouting, so Donna got to come along on all outtings. She loved that. All the food she could eat, and get to run around in the forest all day? Heaven. She was not always popular with the scouts, though. At one particular weekend, we were camped by a lake, sleeping in a big military tent together. Being a labrador, Donna loved water, and the first thing she did in the morning was to run straight out into the lake, and then back - into the tent where she ran over all the people in sleeping bags - soaked and absolutely loving it. The scouts were not quite as happy, though.
Donna was also the mother of two litters of puppies. They were adorable, and from the second litter, we had Callisto, Donna's daughter, who is right now wandering around in the house, looking for her mother. Maybe she is finally realizing that Donna isn't here any more, and won't come back. My little neurotic dog......it must feel so confusing to see the house get all emptied, all the people disappearing. Maybe that is why she is even more neurotic than usual.
Darling Donna, dockehunden min, snusse hund...so many names, so much love. We will miss you so much...and you will be in our hearts forever.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message She is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W.H. Auden
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Dear Mr Spammer
...I wish you would leave me alone.
Seriously. I am a WOMAN. I do not need penis enlargements, my penis is just as big as I want it - namely, non-existant. I don't want to "impress my woman" with anything you can send me, and honestly? Who the hell buys viagra from a spammer? Also, you can quit sending me emails with lonely Russian women who want to meet men. Why are they always Russian? Are there no lonely women in say...Great Britain? South Africa? Ouagadougou? Don't see any emails from them, either. And no lonely men, for that matter. Like I pointed out, I am a woman, so the chance of me answering to anything that has lonely women in the title of the email - NOT gonna get opened.
Oh, and the same goes for the deeply concerned letters from bank managers in Uganda, Nigeria or some other African country. No, I am sorry, but I don't think I have a relative who just died down there - especially not when you are spelling my last name all wrong. And I sure as hell do not believe that I have loads of money to collect...not from a distant relative in Africa, that is.
Oh, and the job offers. Right. Is there someone out there watching me, realizing that I am a hint desperate to find a job, and therefore heaps junk mail regarding job offers in my inbox? Job offers about what, precisely, to sit and surf through the net, leave bloody infuriating messages on forums and in email? Um, no.
And no to the offers of college education (hellooooo, living in Sweden?), green cards to get into US (helloooooo, still living in Sweden?) and all the other things that is sent out. Oh, and I am not logging into anything that my bank supposedly sent out, either.
Mr Spammer, I wish you all the bad parts of life. Parking tickets, annoying hiccups, fleas, angry neighbours - and most of all, I hope you get loads of spam. Serves you right.
Seriously. I am a WOMAN. I do not need penis enlargements, my penis is just as big as I want it - namely, non-existant. I don't want to "impress my woman" with anything you can send me, and honestly? Who the hell buys viagra from a spammer? Also, you can quit sending me emails with lonely Russian women who want to meet men. Why are they always Russian? Are there no lonely women in say...Great Britain? South Africa? Ouagadougou? Don't see any emails from them, either. And no lonely men, for that matter. Like I pointed out, I am a woman, so the chance of me answering to anything that has lonely women in the title of the email - NOT gonna get opened.
Oh, and the same goes for the deeply concerned letters from bank managers in Uganda, Nigeria or some other African country. No, I am sorry, but I don't think I have a relative who just died down there - especially not when you are spelling my last name all wrong. And I sure as hell do not believe that I have loads of money to collect...not from a distant relative in Africa, that is.
Oh, and the job offers. Right. Is there someone out there watching me, realizing that I am a hint desperate to find a job, and therefore heaps junk mail regarding job offers in my inbox? Job offers about what, precisely, to sit and surf through the net, leave bloody infuriating messages on forums and in email? Um, no.
And no to the offers of college education (hellooooo, living in Sweden?), green cards to get into US (helloooooo, still living in Sweden?) and all the other things that is sent out. Oh, and I am not logging into anything that my bank supposedly sent out, either.
Mr Spammer, I wish you all the bad parts of life. Parking tickets, annoying hiccups, fleas, angry neighbours - and most of all, I hope you get loads of spam. Serves you right.
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