Posts Tagged ‘mother’

I don’t have anything relevant nor intelligent to write about, but still I felt like I had to. So, what’s going down? Not much. I need to get myself together and call that masseuse (no, not a prostitute, if I need that I’d call Your Mother), I’ve been delaying it for about two or three weeks now, but my back is really killing me. It feels like I have two lumbs of agony pressed in between each scapula and my spine. One of each side of cause. Fucking exams. I have had them for almost 10 months now, but my economy didn’t allow me to pay for a massage, it still doesn’t, but my girlfriend gave me a gift certificate. Still, they’re a reminder, telling me to sit straight, and not bend my back when I sit in a chair reading or writing or stuff like that. That’s how I got ’em in the first place. My advice to you, dear reader (or jew) is a little something I got from this book I got called The Bible:

When you study for your exams, don’t sit in a couch bent over a small coffee table. Use a goddamn desk and a nice chair. The couch will fuck your back up. Seriously.

Okay! Motherfucking newsflash! It’s started to snow! Seriously huge motherfucking flakes of snow! Shit, last week the thermometer said 10-12 degrees! It’s supposed to be spring now, not fucking winther! I bet it’s that damn volcano, yet another side effect of the Dustpocalypse. Fucking snow!

När du studerar till din examen, inte sitta i en soffa böjd över ett litet soffbord. Använd ett jävla skrivbord och en fin stol. Soffan kommer knulla din igen. Allvarligt.

Ever since Mother, the television nazi, started banning me from using the tv when I wanted to watch something she didn’t, I found out that I had to do something. And one day I stumbled upon NCIS – sure I’ve seen it on tv, but I found out that I could watch it on the internet whenever I wanted to! So I started with the first episode of the first season and worked my way through the entire series in about a month…

But it wasn’t until I finished Family Guy that I realized what had happened. I’d become addicted to these god damned shows. But it didn’t end there. So far, I’m up-to-date with:

  • House, MD
  • NCIS
  • Scrubs
  • Friends
  • Family Guy
  • American Dad
  • Two and a Half Men
  • The King of Queens
  • Futurama
  • Bones
  • How I Met Your Mother
  • The Big Bang Theory
  • True Blood (I know, but Anna Paquin is pretty to look at)
  • Harper’s Island (well, I’m not actually up-to-date with this one, because it’s only 13 episodes)
  • Dexter

And I’m currently watching the first season of Lost and I can easily watch three or four episodes a day (that, by the way, is how much I’m bored these days) and before I couldn’t stand those people who was enslaved by the tv, forced to sit week after week and watch the same show. But I love these tv shows, and maybe the reason why I don’t hate myself that much for it, is because I’m not a slave like “the others”, I can watch each and every episode of my shows when I want, I am not forced by the programmed schedule to sit every Thursday night and watch my show, I can do it when I’m bored and have nothing to do or when I can’t find a good movie or stuff like that.

The only problem is, that when I finish one show, I’m left with two choices: what for the next season to start (which is typically a half or one year later) or start watching a new one (which makes me addicted to that one as well).

Om man talar med Gud du är religiös. Om Gud talar med dig, du är psykotisk.