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It's pretty easy. Or you could use this to say something, I don't bite unless asked to.
If I were a real person instead of me, I would probably have been a shoe-gazing folk musician from Northumbia. I judge this mostly by the beard and glasses.
dooeypig replied to your post: Know what I want? Well, I’ll tell you:…
(I like replies. I can’t accidentally delete then when scrolling with my right thumb) Google: “Pioneer Woman” and “French Breakfast Puffs”. Let’s fill an empty pool with ‘em, dive in, and die happy from a diabetic coma.
While I do like your concept, I went with he slightly more healthy pasta. lettuce, sugar snaps, meat and butter wooked mushrooms. (I like food.) But inspired by the diabetic coma, I have a fist-full of chocolate chip cookies next to the plate.
Of course I’m a sucker for requests, but for now it will be old photos okay?
I don’t like myself enough to do lots and lots and lots of self-portraits, I’m also bored with myself. So this is Carro with knitted gloves that on her look like Hulk hands. It’s from late January when I visited Gothenburg.
People tormented me yesterday with food images both made from pixels and words. This is payback. Yum.
SO far the weekend is a good one. Beer, friends, tv-shows, cookies, tea. Now trying to find something new to watch. That’s not going well.

Anosheh, the surprise of the week as I had no clue he was even in the country.

Hanna.

This is my host, Martin, and tonight he’s been pretty horrible with youtube and the stereo. Except now when he finally came to his senses with Hellsongs.
The Parasols Christmas Cards were amazing. At least mine was. At first I thought the triangle was a treasure map and that I needed to find the other people with the bits of the puzzle. Reading the letter, it turns out it was a great bookmark instead. Much easier to use. Thank you Chels.







In the later parts of 2010, there weren’t many photographs taken. Of that, I’m a bit ashamed, I feel as if I’ve neglected parts of myself — but these are the favourites I’ve taken this year.
GPOYW. It can’t be seen here but there’s only one sock on. The other foot is bare. Buck naked and not quite as cute and marketable as one might have wanted. There’s also anxieties building up (mostly in the stomach area and not in the head so it’s ok) but I got comfort tv in the form of old Scrapheap Challange. Rust! Craftiness! Yarn? Perhaps not but there could be.
Ironically, I myself can’t use a spanner properly. That’s how handy I am.
It should please some of you that while the sky and horizon and roadside forest was breathtakingly beautiful, I did not photograph that. (A) I did not have my camera and (B) the road being what the road was, not many places to stop and I’d be crazier than me to try and take a photo while driving in this.
Still. This just outside where I type this is enough.
Had a mistake nap on the couch, now awake though. Tea, a book and a bit cold. Cold and a cold, so you know what kind I mean. I guess I need the intern to warm more than just the feet — still no takers though. I’m serious here!
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