The fish says...?

Sometimes the inevitable comes and you have deal with it. No excuses can be made, you pull up your sleeves and dig your way through the problem. My problem tonight is boredom. I'm home alone with nothing to do. Well, that's a lie; there's plenty of things to do around here, but none I find tempting enough to even consider.
I actually looked forward to these few hours to be completely alone. Everytime the opportunity arrives my mind fills up with ideas, but when the moment comes I don't want to do either. How do you motivate yourself?
I could study, or even write on Heroes (I've got big plans, but don't want to write. So, sue me). I watched two episodes of the Simpsons earlier and soon realised I've seen one of them already. That made me sad, but I saw it either way.

I know I'm only writing nothing of interest, but it was either this or talk to myself out loud while I wandered in circles. Not even my twin (friend, not biologic) does her job. I'll probably end up in front of the mirror trying out sexy poses. Or scream really loud into my none-functional microphone while I listen to some idiotic song, like Gangnam Style (I know the dance!).

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My dear Josefine,
This have reached a limit even I can't withstand. Sometimes a friend needs to take action and help another friend. Because sometimes you become an addict and I hate to see you spend so much time doing this. You're worth so much more than this treatment you're doing. You might feel tempted in a few days, but after a few weeks you'll see my point I'm only doing this to help you. Please? Would you let me?
Every now and then we found something we can't stay away from. I have sometimes an addict playing the sims 3, but I've cured that. You know how? By playing less. You can do this if you would just let yourself. Let yourself be cured from this awful habit of yours and live a better life. You're not an addict, you are better than this.
I'm only going to say this once;

Stop watching that god awful show The Mentalist!!

 

Or maybe a little more less, but for godness sake not five times a day?

God... Simon Baker isn't that good of an actor either.

 



Skrämd

För ett tag sedan hade jag laddat ner en app till min telefon. Den gav möjligheten att bus-smsa under ett annat namn. Mottagaren kunde inte se något nummer utan endast namnet. Jag valde att bus-smsa till min vän Josse under hennes påhittade karaktär Johan (lång historia. Josse hade hittat på honom etc). Resultat= Hon blev vettskrämd och hatade mig i ungefär en halv minut.

Idag valde pappa att busa med mig istället. Jag fick sms, där man kunde se nummer, som sa "Jag ser dig..."
Ni kan förså min rädsla, för det lät väldigt creepy. Jag fick ytterliggare ett sms "Godissugen...".
Jag är alltid godissugen, men den gav mig stalkervarning. Frågade vem det var, men fick höra källan då pappa satt och fnissa i rummet intill. Han hade tydligen skickat från bredbandet, då varje bredband har ett eget "telefonnummer" som gör det möjligt att skicka sms från det och motta sms. Jag slog honom hårt i ryggen och skickade sedan sms till min tvilling där jag beklagade mig om händelsen. Istället för att trösta mig svarade hon: You deserve it!!
- Efter mitt bus med dig? Probably.

Nu fick jag min hämd, men det var kul så länge det varade :3