Nothing in particular

Well, honestly, do you think it is something of importance? Well, it isn’t.

Today I was in a little bad mood, in the beginning at least. But as the day started to unravel it slowly became a little better. My mood was still a little bit off and not that great, but that Robert fixed. After playing (barely) some RPG with the kids I was in a much, much better mood.
Robert seems to have that effect on me when he ain’t in his stingy mood. So well, I walked to meet up with Signe and the rest of the eve is not so interesting to tell about.

The party started off with only me and Signe, pretty funny actually, and later the rest came as time went by. However, I won’t mention more than the essential things about this eve.

I got to meet Jan, Matilda’s new boyfriend. He is a great guy and as far as I can tell perfect for her. He has a better patience and somewhat a more open mind for her childish sides. He does thou have the intellectual knowledge side too, but well. He seems as a great guy.

The party went pretty OK, until people started to disappoint me by doing several different things. Loyalty drop….
That got me in a pretty bad mood again, especially with alcohol in my body. So the party pretty much died after that.

Three things are broken. My Cloth Hanger in the hall is broken from a wrestling duel of David and Andreas, my cactus have broken several of it’s arms and a cushion-strap snapped while Henriksson were sitting on the chair in his usual lazy way…

I’m not happy about the Cloth Hanger… The thing was fixed to the wall (concrete wall) and they broke so the screw’s now are out completely and I will probably have to drill some new holes and re adjust the position of everything… Well, shit happens.

The Greatest disappointment were how you’d like to trust people, and really give them part of what really is you and how the seem to repeatedly misuse the trust you try to give them, how they constantly pushes you away, afraid of changes and acceptance.

I do not understand that. But then once again, I may be fucked up and completely retarded, ‘cause I seem to be so fucking different from everyone and want things that NOBODY seem to want. Just because I don’t want an empty life just filled with nothingness.

Well whatever, people don’t seem to care. Their vision of alcohol in the first place is just the means to get drunk and forget and change from the usual.
For me, a party don’t need alcohol, thou in somewhat enhances the situation somewhat.

Well, because nobody cares I won’t continue.

I herby appoint Andreas Forsberg as the Party-man. He was always trying to have fun, even thou some others didn’t.

Best regards,
Herid Fel