My new BFF

I think I just met my soul mate at the bus stop downtown.

My Neighbor Haiku:

Tonari no, you
in your totoro hat, Please
can we be friends now?


Unfortunately, I have no photo evidence, because I thought it would be in poor taste to photograph this amazing woman. I will attempt to describe her in words. Totoro hat, pink faux fur jacket, dreadlocks, carrying a stuffed squirrel.

Excuses excuses

True, I am the youngest person in Erasmus Linköping right now, so the fuck what. Life experience and work ethic can easily fill in the gap.


Your philosophy on philosophy homework haiku:

You don't do your work
since your philosophy is
that nothing matters.

You don't have a job
you are so dependent, yet,
wiser than I am.

What the fuck have you
done? Drawing tits does not make
you a great artist.

Do not insult me.
I have been kind to you in
spite of your poor taste.

BLIND

Pink/Punk eye...

Irritation Haiku:

My eyes are not the
only things that you upset.
You make me feel trapped.


Cigarettes, Dust, Cramped spaces, Dirty Sheets, Poor Ventilation. Not as sexy as they sound.They cause eye infections when combined with contact lenses :(

Up in the Frozen North

I am having a lot of fun in Sweden, but there have been more than a few WTF moments.

YOU MUST TRAIN HARDER! Haiku:

If I were bad man
you would be raped now! You must
learn how to fight men.


I think I'll pass on that second date haiku:

I hate Amur-cans,
but can I walk you home? You
seem nice enough.


Sad Times Haiku:

I have known you a
week, and already you rush.
Stop hurting yourself.

Most Eventful Time of the Week

Just watched MTV True Life "I panic" about young people who deal with panic attacks.

Finally Landed a Job Haiku:

"No, I am not a
stripper! I am a go-go
dancer! Get it right!"

Apparently that was a good job for her. She never panicked once. My kind of woman.

Um, hey!

So I know that it's been a ridiculously long time. Oops!

I guess I didn't get the memo haiku:

If you smoke pot, it
is mandatory that
you like Bob Marley.

Guess what? Bob Marley hated the gays.

It's been awhile...

I think I have finally found one of the main conflicts I have with organized religion and my own experience with it.

Your Body is a Temple Haiku:

If your body is
a temple, stop eating high
fructose corn syrup!

When you stop doing
this, maybe I'll stop thinking
with my clitoris.