Merry christmas?

OK, this is the first post ever written while drunk. By me anyway, i don't know about anyone else, but my keyboard tends to look a bit like brain surgery after i've had a couple of drinks. I cannot understand how some authors drink wine while they write, i can't press the right keys after one drink... I has to be a myth.

Maybe before the time of computers, when you had to write on a pieces of paper, parchment or walls. With blood. (i saw it on a film once, so it must be true).
I find it easier to write on paper when drunk, but i don't know why. Must be something with the eye/hand coordination.

A very drunk woman just licked my friends foot, apparently she spilled wine on it. I really don't want to know. I'm just sitting here in my chair, trying not to think. It's harder then it sounds. You cannot NOT think, because you just end up thinking very hard about not thinking.

I am wearing odd socks.


Ah, i really hould be get going to bed and that soon, but i just can't be bothered. And i am waiting for my brother to Skype me from Norway, i haven't spoken with him for a while now, and i actually miss him. And my sister(s). That must be the onlt good thing about going back to Norway, i get to see my family. I really love them (had to say it, i'm drunk you know).

I don't really have anyhting else to say except for that i have grown quite fond of the cobwebs in my room, so i am not going to clean it.
Someone else is taking it over soon anyway, a... Latvian girl? I can't remember, but she sounded nice on the phone.


I can't really decide if i like mince pies or not.


Anyway, HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! (or, happy christmas people that i like, people that i don't like... bugger off).

Chocolate angst.

I am trying to watch Love Actually, but the adverts keeps on interrupting it. It is really very annoying as it is one of my favorite films. There is just something about it that makes me think that everything will be alright in the end. In life that is, not in the film. That goes without saying.

And it has Colin Firth in it.

It is that time of the year again, time to start thinking about my weight, my hair, my skin... The whole package you know. There is never a pattern, but the urge comes at least twice a year, the 'i really need to reinvent myself to be happy' thing, i'm sure you've had it yourself, don't deny it.

And i have a feeling that if i didn't get this urge i would almost certainly have been a unattractive person with a lot of too small clothes and a pile of sensible underthings. And i would definitely have been one of those round people.

So i am on a diet. Again. It is utterly boring, especially considering the festive eating mayhem that Christmas is. But i shall be a good girl so i can be skinny and fit into all my nice dresses soon.

Oh, and skinny people don't sweat so much. I therefore think it is very clever of me to lose weight before going to Africa. Africa is supposed to be quite hot, or so i've heard.

I wonder if they have nice yogurt there, i love a good yogurt.


Yesterday night i couldn't sleep, so i read through some old notebooks, six years old they are. I was a funny little fucker when i was fifteen! I actually found the predraft to the first-first draft to my book, back when it was more of an idea then an actual story. Some good stuff, some bad and some of it just stuff i will, at some point, bring out into the woods during a vaning moon on a Thursday night and burn.

And now back to watching the film, hoping that, somewhere out there...

Rockin' the suburbs.

Bad blogger, bad, BAD blogger. I should be ashamed of myself, but I'm not. i have been awfully busy lately, what with that whole Yule thing (see, i used the right name like a good Pagan girl). All the gifts, all the decorations.. Our living room looks like a magpies wet dream.

I will try to blog more often, i promise, but i have so many other things i need to work on. Like my hair. Or not. But I've sort of started writing my next book now because my first book is sort of finished except for the one chapter i have yet to write.

I hate that chapter.

I tried to read Gregory Maguires 'Wicked', but i don't think i like his writing style, it's just too elaborate for me right now. I need something easy to read now, like a cereal box or something, my attention span is getting worse.

A couple of my readers (why yes, you do belong to me) have already heard about the dancing Christmas tree incident, but I'll write it down anyway since it's the only exciting thing that has happened to me in weeks now.

I was attacked by a battery operated, dancing Christmas tree the other day. It fell down on my legs while it screamed 'i pine for you!' Something it's never said before. It still freaks me out, and the way it's eyes keeps following me around wherever i go... Brrr.

Oh, it's early and I'm not really awake yet, so this isn't the most entertaining post I've written, but i just thought I'd let you know that I'm still alive.

Still rockin' the suburbs (great song BTW).