fave vacation:
Arvikafestivalen -98
fave subject:
Death and everything around it....
heroes:
Astrid Lindgren and Jonas Gardell (No, Strïp, sweetie, you're not my hero.)
fave movie:
The Crow
fave book:
The Hitch-hiker's Guide to the Galaxy....I think.... I like Katherine Kerr, Terry Pratchett, Jonas Gardell and a lot of other authors too....
fave day:
That very first day of spring when I take my shoes off and walk barefoot for the first time.... (But then again, it doesn't have to be spring. I like walking barefoot anyway. It's just that I get a bit grumpy when I can't splash around in the puddles because it's ice on them....)
fave months: May (when summer has yet to come) and September (when it's dark but not cold)
fave clothing:
My black cloak
plans for the future: Some day I will move to Gothenburg. And hopefully I will get a job that suits me. But part from that, why make plans when one is not certain if one will live that long? Life is today. Don't wait until tomorrow with living it.
And then Looks....
Beware if you are fragile....
Mi vida
es un puerco....
Un puercoespín!!!
Pero no importa, porque el puercoespin tiene un pellejo suave bajo sus afiladas espinas....Y así es!
So.... Just who is the inhabitant of this page you might
wonder...
A wolf...? Yes, a wolf, caught in the dreadful body of a human being, a canis sapiens lupa, a thinking human wolfess (or to translate it directly, a thinking bitch with a tendency to bite...). Many times I've been told that my
imagination is morbid, that I am insane. I do not object to that.
I have never claimed sanity. Being insane is just yet another way
to survive in this hell called life.
Merely nineteen years have I pondered the surface of this maltreated planet, and my dwelling is on the northern stormcloud, a tiny little island called Obbola in the north of Sweden. The cold and the dark don't bother me, no, quite the opposite. It makes me feel secure...
The only reason to why I dislike the winter in any way is that the ocean is chained by the ice during it. The ocean means a great deal to me. I guess that comes with being raised on an island, eh? I feel very insecure when I am away from it a longer time. It is to the ocean I seek refuge when my world turns blue. Only by the softly whispering waves can I truly find harmony. And when my inside is raging with fire, what better way to cool it off than to scream out my hatred to a furious sea in storm? I find none...
Now, I guess that introduction to me was quite enough, eh? If there's anything you wonder about, feel free to pop me a mail...
