Word of the day… Fjollet, silly… I wonder if Danes’ fjollet has the same twist silly has. Translation in French would be “idiot, stupide, ridicule, bête, sot…” which are all very different from silly. I might be wrong, English being my second language, and not considering I master it 100%, but silly is not a…… Continue reading Fjollet…
You did. It is not like me to let you, not anymore at least. You had your good years, but I had to calm you down. You silly me with the silly plans of taking over the world and having fun and such silly agendas. We are older now… I am, no matter what you…… Continue reading You won…
I can be such a daredevil. I can be wild and mindless and do the craziest things… Sunday morning, sitting on the couch, preparing posts that probably won’t make it to the “Publish” key, I tune in the Adult Pop channel but I leave the Stingray application off. Dang am I daring! To those of…… Continue reading Living dangerously…
Din beskeder begynder at være meget imponerende. Translation; “Your messages are becoming very impressive”… Maybe am I just an easily pleased girl, but it was worth a thousand empty compliments. Too bad I don’t exclusively communicate by text messages. Too bad I don’t even own a cellphone! Then I would be quite an imponerende pige,…… Continue reading Imponerende…
Last day of working for this week… Det sidste! At last. I put my coat and my boots on, gathered my purse and my lunch bag and got ready to head for the office. Just another day, wasn’t it? Just the usual “métro-boulot-dodo”, minus the subway that is of no use for me… I stepped…… Continue reading Smiley story…
Yeah, dear Denmark… You know I’ve grown fond of you over the last few years. I’ve never been the type to hide my emotions well, and you never seemed to refuse my sometimes aggressive affection. (Except that time at the customs, but Fantasyland push backs don’t really count) I wonder if it is because you…… Continue reading Kære Danmark…
« My brother gave me syphilis! » I love saying that phrase out loud. In crowds. The more people around me, and the nosier their ears are (nosy ears, that’s funny), the better. I love the looks and frowns it provokes. I love the barely hidden disgust on people’s faces at the thought of such open incest…… Continue reading My brother gave me syphilis…
“I also want to offer you the song ‘Isn’t she lovely’ from Steevie Wonder…” That’s what my mother wrote in my birthday card. Well, not all she wrote, but I was curious. It was supposed to represent me, and just by the title, I was a bit doubtfull. I didn’t want to disagree with my…… Continue reading Isn’t she lovely?
Once I was 6 years old… I was the bubbliest little girl. I had long dark brown hair almost down to my knees, and wide hazel eyes open to the world. I started going to school, loved every minute with my teachers, devoured knowledge, was curious about anything and everything. I followed my parents, moving…… Continue reading Once I was 6 years old…
Looking out the window, febrile as a child. I have an envelope on its way from Denmark, and that is always exciting. Like yesterday and the day before, I wait in the living room until I hear the mailman’s vehicule getting parked in front of my apartment for our street’s daily delivery. It seems he…… Continue reading Waiting for the mailman…
Cyranny's Cove 