… do house chores. Obvious: Freja told me not to do them. I listen to her, when her orders suit me. Or when doing what she wants allows me a couple extra sleeping hours. I’m on vacation. Vacations should be chore-free! The first episode of The Bachelor – New Zealand has just started. I mean, who’d want…… Continue reading 10 excellent reasons not to…
Or more the lack of. It seems like I have a thousand things to do. And I want to do them. But my brain is in a weird “you’re on vacation” mode, and I feel like nothing is getting done. Is is not totally my fault, though. Not that I am looking for excuses, but……… Continue reading Motivation…
I do. Without you my words are useless…. And my inspiration pointlless.
A handful of words thrown in the air, carelessly… What difference do we make, what difference, really? Words, thoughts, warily sealed. Words bottled and tossed to the sea… The thoughts of you… The thoughts of me…
I could have writen this, and I know a lot of you will feel the same! I’m sorry. I’m really sorry about it, you know? I’d really like to read your blog. But I never seem to find the time. via Hey, I’m Sorry About It — boy with a hat
Preparation is going on smoothly, and as I gather everything that will be needed during my trip, I soak myself in souvenirs of my two previous trips to help me realize that I am in fact going to set foot in Vikingland again soon! I’ve been going through my pictures, of May 2016 and…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
People are really on my case… Andrew first, though he still denies everything about the daisies, and now Sandy. She says some guy has been calling the office just saying “Mathilda?….” and hanging up when she offered to transfer the call. Twice, just two miserable times… Sandy is big on late night serial killer shows.…… Continue reading Stalk her…
Seeing a spider isn’t a problem. It becomes a problem when it disappears. – Unknown If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
As I can feel my thoughts painfully storming out, all night long. Oh! How my friend I long for you to carry me. Tomorrow, I’ll walk the earth alone once again invisible and unknown, so tonight won’t you carry me? All I ask, is for your kindest ear a moment from you dear, before…… Continue reading Carry me…
That’s kind of funny. I found out lately that I had what I would call “latent dreams”. I am in full throttle planin of my up coming trip to Vikingland. I mean, hard core making plans to have fun from day one to… let’s not talk about coming back just yet! Although I can give…… Continue reading Living a dream I didn’t know I had…
Cyranny's Cove 