No more sex, drugs and rock and roll
I spent a rather large chunk of the day building the Ikea furniture (while listening to the Fight Club soundtrack, Ô irony!) I've bought to compensate for living in a larger place. And also to sort my moderately large CD collection. Two 6'6" bookshelves, which won't be filled before I become old, I think.
On another musical note, in the middle of my swedish-mindjob, I was listening to a Velvet Underground album, and dancing a bit on What Goes On. You know, not really DANCING. Just having a couple rythmed steps and twists. I'm not much of a dancer, anyway. Makes me look silly, and I hate it. Or maybe I hate it because I look silly. Anyway, my dad who was placing a light switch, caught sight of my dancing, and said "You dancing? Alone? You're weird. If you wanna dance, go to a ball or something."
Righteo, daddy. But it's What Goes On. Can't really resist the guh-roooove!
Good thing he wasn't there when I put on some Flogging Molly
Anyway, got a few more CD's to sort, then I think I'm going to take a couple pictures of my "nearly-not-messy-anymore-yet-still-messy house and post them here, maybe not today, but soon enough. That would be rather blog-esque. And I'm trying to be bloggy, here.
On another musical note, in the middle of my swedish-mindjob, I was listening to a Velvet Underground album, and dancing a bit on What Goes On. You know, not really DANCING. Just having a couple rythmed steps and twists. I'm not much of a dancer, anyway. Makes me look silly, and I hate it. Or maybe I hate it because I look silly. Anyway, my dad who was placing a light switch, caught sight of my dancing, and said "You dancing? Alone? You're weird. If you wanna dance, go to a ball or something."
Righteo, daddy. But it's What Goes On. Can't really resist the guh-roooove!
Good thing he wasn't there when I put on some Flogging Molly
Anyway, got a few more CD's to sort, then I think I'm going to take a couple pictures of my "nearly-not-messy-anymore-yet-still-messy house and post them here, maybe not today, but soon enough. That would be rather blog-esque. And I'm trying to be bloggy, here.