Epic tea failure

Taking a quiet night in friday turned out to be the worst mistake ever. Me and Elin met up in the kitchen for a nice breakfast before heading out into the first day of sun for a long time. I made us both a cup of tea… which turned out to be an Epic Tea Failure!

The glass cup exploded and the scalding hot tea ended up on my leg. The skin melted and leaft an open wound.

Elin and me went to the clinic down our street by they didnt really know what to do so they just put gooey stuff on the leg. Good thing I had my angel Elin with me that made sure that I didnt put on to a brave face and actually got help.

Missing breakfast Elin bought us some picnic. What better place to have it than in a waiting room surronded xby sick people and wounded?

Treat night! We had pizza, ice cream, candy and home made ‘chokladbollar’. Sometimes it pays off to be a wounded soldier.

A pretty hot look! I’ve been ordained to stay at home and dont move around. Booooring but mama Elin wont let me sneak off and have one beer. Darn!


‘They were frightening to the civilians because they had evolved not into killers but into passive beings whose only aim was to endure’

I’m reading an equally interesting and depressing book called Birdsong. It’s a story about the first world war. I’s beautifully yet hauntingly written and it’s very hard not to get affected by the horrors described in the trenches.

Being used to reading all sorts of books I have a capacity for mentally distancing myself when not reading but this one is hard to shake. I’ve been in a very weird mood since I started reading it. I think its the general feeling in the book described by the sentence above – being pushed into loosing all trace of humanity. It’s not about inhuman actions but how seeing to much make you hollow – the hollow men.

Long time since i read a book that affected me this strongly. It will be a relieve when it’s done, both for what it’s given me and for being over.

Eternal sunshine on a vacated mind

Wanting nothing more than to go on vacation I’m browsing through old summer pictures on FB and stumble on these old gems from Cannes 2008

I do carry myself with a certain poise and elegance at all times. The slight tan just help enhance the ol’ pirate look. A scruffy beard and I would be ready to go hang out with Johnny Depp.

And seem to be in a general awesome mood when away.

Seeing this picture I do know what I miss. See you soon lovely ladies.

Stockholm i mitt hjärta

Planning upcoming weekend in Sweden. The schedule is taking shape. You do need a schedule. Things cant just be played by ear since you might miss something, or someone or just end up drifting around drinking rose all day which would be an absolute disaster.

As of now we are planning to do EVERYTHING! Meet everyone, see everything, go to the best parties, chill by our pool, eat amazing food, eat loads of candy, dance until the sun rises, read, sleep, show Tom just how amazing Sthlm really is, fall in love with the city again, be on a boat, swim, talk swedish, share everything that happened since last time we were home, listen to our friends talk about their lives, give out loads of hugs, eat even more candy and swedish new potatoes and cray fish and 7/11 youghurt ice cream, take Tom to Djurgården and Skansen and Söder and Fredsgatan and Lydmar and Strandvägen, make new friends, feel the love from our families, make a thousand new memories, laugh at old memories, drink shots, get a tan and enjoy every minute we are there.

Dr Death

This is being promoted on our lovely church yard and raises so many questions. Dr Death?! (that sounds like something from a bad horror movie). Is Robert Stephenson Dr Death? In that case, what have he done to deserve that name? What is Sepuchral Symbolism? And what have Dr Death to do with that? The Annual? Dr Death do this every year? Do he have followers? Can you be a Dr Death eater? Dr Deathian? Dr Deather?

Good thing is that I’m back from Sweden when this take place and can get all my questions answered by Dr Death himself.