Sigg3 o 0 ( Eminem – Till I collapse )
Yeah. About last night. Well, my life is in a very interesting stage right now, I don’t know where I’ll live any longer. Heck, I don’t even know where in Norway and what I’ll be doing. This whole civilservice thing really stinks. Fourteen months of practically unpaid dirtywork. Well, someone has got to do it. This situation which has painted the horizon we all know as ‘the future’ with a blur which I can’t see through. Peter Wessel Zapffe (1899-1990) actually mentioned something about this in his Den sidste Messias (en. "The last Messiah"). Interesting.
Because of all this I expect my friends to be some kind of anchor to my existence. Oh, don’t ever do that! I know, I know. I rightously give a good Goddamn about most of ’em, but some of them are cool enough. Last night was bad in that sence, in addition I had too much to drink and the band that played ("Trækkplaster") insisted on a loud (,deep) bass which really turns your inside out.
Thinking about it, I think it’s about time to get movin’. Some of these people I know will never get over this stage, but who gives a shit? I don’t.
Now, let’s see if we can get this template finished…