It has already started.

It is always so weird traveling outside of Norway and see commercials for alcohol.

To og halv fems!

I live by the mantra “life is too short not to be able to laugh at it.” and focus on enjoying life.

I catch up on news, but it’s so bad, how can you not enjoy having a laugh at how stereotypical of a sci-fi extinction we are heading towards?

Not only am I seeing this Monday night when I should be thinking of going to bed, but I am unsure of how I feel about this being posted two hours after I logged on this morning.

Skål.

My cat loved my dog more than anything, and spent weeks waiting in sorrow when he was gone. That photo just reminds me of their love for each other.

The general allowance of cats to roam free and wreak havoc on the local ecosystem and putting themselves and their kin in danger is outrageous. And I say that as a cat lover and owner. Cats can have great and fulfilling lives if owners cares enough to give it to them without letting them run around freely, but I’m sure the main problem is the lack of actually caring owners.

I mean, it is way too small, but has four legs and two visible ears, so there’s that. But still, though.

It itched for several seconds, so me dousing the ant hill in petrol and lighting it up was just the rational thing to do.

What the actual fuck

The US stereotype were created by the internet giving people like this a voice to be heard outside of their family.

Resently bought my first pair of Mustang shoes. Designed in Germany and made in Portugal.

It seems to be a very common thing in the US, and some around here takes to it from social media, but most people are to busy prioritising life to jump into such a depressing mindset.

This is a perfect butter knife

I remember prices in that area 25 years ago.

Honningbarna, Norwegian.

Haha, oops. Snus is what it was supposed to be.

Phone in right back pocket or inner jacket pocket. Left front pocket, snus, if I don’t have a jacket left pocket for it. Right front pocket, apartment keys and lip balm. Earplugs in right jacket pocket. And if I’m going for a breakfast or lunch at a café, reading pad in inner left pocket.

What? Never had it growing up, so didn’t try it before I moved down south to study. Love it. And still fascinated is all the names for it.

Svinesund. Every young Norwegians cheep childhood holiday vacation, and when you grow up, some return every Easter Thursday for Scandinavias biggest drunken meeting of small town originals.