Don't ask, don't tell.

Sketch säger:
God I'm looking for new underwear and the clothing websites are so harrowing
to much bulge, I'm scared

Elin J säger:
haha
I had no clue that buing underwear could be deterring for guys
good to know I'm not alone

Sketch säger:
I'm so considering buying women's underwear at this point

Elin J säger:
I wouldn't recommend it

Sketch säger:
lol no I imagine it is uncomfortable but I'm sure the website has less bulge

Elin J säger:
too tight and in weird materials that fuck up your intimacybalance
or whatever you call it over there

Sketch säger:
lol
seriously I've never seen so much bulge in one place, I'm close to crying

Elin J säger:
it's all socks

Sketch säger:
I hope so

Elin J säger:
My man's equipped, but he ain't bulgin' out all over
it just don't work like that

Sketch säger:
lol I know but it is still scary

Elin J säger:
you just have to develop a filter, like women do
"Oh, when she's home, she's sporting as much cellulite as I do"

Sketch säger:
oh wait, I need to look at socks to
lets take a break
lol
what? XD

Elin J säger:
your gf doesn't have cellulite?
oh, hold on, I forget, I'm old

Sketch säger:
I don't know what cellulite is defined as
I mean she has some meat, she isn't fat but you know well proportioned

Elin J säger:
you know, those holes oranges have?
it's like that but on your ass and thighs
and it doesn't matter how much you weigh

Sketch säger:
I'll look next time she is over
lol

Elin J säger:
you still get 'em, unless you're a freak
's OK, my BF didn't notice mine for the first 2 years so

Sketch säger:
"hey dear let me check something *holds her upside down and inspects ass* hmmm yeah"

Elin J säger:
DON'T LOOK FOR THEM!
AND DON'T TELL HER ABOUT IT!

Sketch säger:
XD
instant kill

Elin J säger:
There's nothing you can do to get rid of them, so living blissfully unaware is the best you can hope for

Frukta mig! Jag är face-recognitiongirl!

Mina BFFs har som sagt varit i stan i helgen och uppdaterat mig på sina liv och populärkultur som bara glidit mig förbi, inklusive hela Melodifestivalen-grejen (som Tanja som fint vill kalla Tingelingate) Jag såg nästan inget av festivalen, men fick se Tingeling goes russian i ett klipp min bästa vän visade på YouTube. Och en upptäckt görs; Mohikanryssen var ju Mårten i Ebba och Didrik! Men, jag fick njuta av den insikten själv, eftersom ingen annan verkade förstå vad jag pratade om. Tills jag frågade Älskade Dumburk om jag var helt ute och cyklade eller inte. Och nog fan fick jag rätt!

Jag har en vän vars superkraft är att han kan använda samma strumpor i en vecka utan att de börjar lukta, kan min ansiktsigenkänning vara min då? Fast den är mest jobbig, för ofta inbillar jag mig att jag kan känna någon lite löst, typ från nån fest, när det egentligen bara är någon som suttit mitt emot mig på vagnen. Eller, att jag kan minnas låttexter. BFF1 och jag sprang på en irländare häromnatten och på något vis kom vi in på det här med att kunna låttexter;

BFF1: But Elin's actually really good at that! Any lyric you want, she'll know it!
Irländare: Really!? So you're a singer then?
BFF1: No, she's a terrible singer!
Jag: Yes, it's one of those skills I have that's just completely pointless.
Irländare: Yeah, that must be really frustrating, I mean, how can you use it?
Jag: ...To correct people. And that's rarely appreciated, you know.

RE: It's Elin from SWEDEN

Hello cultmembers! With the recent linkage on CWCs realm of cuteness, I figured that it might be best if I jotted down something readable for any eventual non-swedish visitors. Yes, I am kind, not at all whoring for attention. ANYWAY, Chris pretty much covered my life-story and any eventual blanks will be filled in as follows. Yes, you guessed it - pointless trivia comes NOW!

☺I used to work as a phonesexoperator.
☺I was also a politician from the age of 18 to 21
☺I'm a bottle brunette (my actual haircolor is dirty blonde. That's right. DIRTY>=))
☺I used to breed bunnies. Unfortunately, my selection of males were limited and inbreeding occured.
☺My favorite color is orange.

And if this didn't bore you senseless; here's a picture of my dog wearing his Team Satan-shirt.

Daffyd 16-jul-08 14:36

Hej hej my darling fita. How are you? Let's hang soon. I miss you loads! And I think you should write your blog in english so I can read it! Kram o puss puss. X.
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Anything for you, darling Daff. Even though no one read my blog way back when I did write it in english, but this post is all for you. I miss hanging too, I miss drinks at lunchtime at the mall and taking cheap shots at Mr. Orchface. You saw the fund we started for you? I don't know if Paul's included but I'm sure that can be arranged so he can come too (all over your face, swedish sin style).

I've been worried about you and the rest, I hope you're all safe. Reports from Zim just keep getting worse by the day and I just keep thinking of how worried Greg and Ari must be. Are their families still in Zim? Fuck, man. The world cup is going to be such a bust it's not even funny. What the fuck is wrong with the world? Everything just going to the shitters these days. Recently, the Swedish parliament passed a bill that makes it legal to monitor telephone and internet-traffic under the guise of "national security". Never mind integrity. I feel betrayed and I never thought something liek this could take place i Sweden. Suppose I really am that gullible. And where was the prime minister when this happened? Watching a football game. Knob. He's such a knob. And, not surprising, world favorite George W. Bush recently did the same thing in the U.S. I must write Cath about this, cuz it's seriously twisting my bowels. Feels like the apocalyspe is nigh. Or something like it anyway.

On a more personal note; I can't draw and we'll soon be homeless. Apartmenthunting in this town (no matter how much I love this city) is worse than hemorrhoids. The stress is killing my creativity and I feel pretty much useless. I dreamt about Carrotcock the other night, that he and Miss M got engaged in Maui and the wedding would take place there, but he got cold feet and I beat him to a pulp for it. Later, I was swooshed of into the ocean, fighting my way around rocks and sharks. It was cool, I wasn't scared at all, even though I sort of freak out under water. But in this dream, it warmed me up from the inside. Later, a friend sent me a Youtube clip of this supposed-to-be-extinct shark and all the warm feelings came back. I loved it. Somehow, the thought of so many things being undiscovered still, in the deep sea, comforts me in these weird times. Wonder what Freud would have to say about that?

Not being able to perform artistically has been getting me really down and I've been a real pain in the nuts with M. It amazes me that he, even in my darkest moments, can still find something to love in the grumpy person that has been myself these past few days. He's a real trooper and wonderful as always.

I miss Veronica and Dave. And I miss Lou's cooking to the extreme! And of course, her wonderful self too. And I miss Mbo. Man, sitting on the tram this morning (being hit on by a Venezuelan footballcoach) he just sprang to mind and I missed his little black ass so much. You both have too much style for Africa. You belong in Europe! Why aren't you here!? Give them all my love.

I hope your thesis is coming together and that you and Paul are making each other very happy.
Loads of love, always, and please be safe in these turbulent times,

O
xxx