Thoughts Around the World

Found this in the Melbourne newspaper. I can't find it in the Swedish news though. Haha!

Hello everybody! How you doing? (Say it like Joey)

I spent last night looking at the freaks in the streets. There's quite a few of them here in Melbourne. Sometimes I wish the people I know here knew Swedish, 'cause I love to talk about people! Especially freaks. I think that's one of my biggest interests, watching people. It's way better than the movies, which I don't really like by the way.

We spent maybe half an hour just looking for people that according to me are skinny. Apparently, in Australia skinny is a good word. It's the same as slim here. Which, I think is a completely wrong!

It all started when someone called me skinny, and I got offended! Cause skinny to me is bony, mager, benig! Which I'm not! I like slim, but I don't wanna be called skinny! So everytime he wants to tease me he calls me skinny, and that's WHEN I HIT HIM! Mohahaha!

So I was gonna show him what skinny was, so we sat down with some sushirolls and looked for skinny people. Skinny as in bony. It was kind of hard. You can't really count Asian people, cause they're always skinnier. But I think we found 3 or 4 white chicks that were what he called too skinny! Ha!

Then we played some pool, and I kind of sucked. I was sober too... Why is it that you're always a better pool player when you're a little tipsy? Anybody? Anybody? Tell me!

Then strangely the time was 1:40am, but I had no clue! I thought I saw somewhere that it was 11:40pm, so I was really happy that I got back early so I could sleep a little longer than usual. But when I tucked myself in I had to log on to Facebook on my phone quickly, and the time was freakin 1:40! Strange.

Skinny.

Andres and I finally got to bake the Colombian cake, and this time it turned out well! Very well! Really juicy and sweet and good. This was when I was still living in the apartment with the gay guy.

Anyway, let me get to the case... Andres and I had a small piece each just to try it, and then we put it in the fridge cause we were pretty sure that it was one of those cakes that are EVEN better the day after. And then we both went away to Frankston beach early next morning.

I offered my annoying gay housemate to try the take. "Would you like to try some cake?" And so he did. Apparently he liked it alot! Cause when I came back the next night it was almost gone all of it! He had left me less than a quarter of the cake! When we put it in the fridge it was 3 quarters left!!!!!

WHY?! WHY?! Who does that?! Who finishes more than half of someone elses cake! That we spent so much time baking! And he didn't even say anything about it! Not that it would have made anything better, but maybe he could have said "Oh, and I really like your cake so I almost finished it and left you a tiny piece!"

And we were gonna munch on it when we got back home from the beach! So what happened was that I had a tiny, half cm piece and the rest we gave to Andres Colombian housemate 'cause we promised to.

SO ANNOYING!


A little picture from the camping last weekend.

I guess I should be flattered. If it wasn't for the simple reason that this guy was a complete bore!





Then I turn the page and I see this! WHAT THE FUCK?!
But if you look a little closer, it's not at all the same handwriting... Did my gay housemate write that to creep me out?