Another eventful day in the life of plume. Nothing happened. Just like it's supposed to be.
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Newguy didn't show up at work. I guess I must've misunderstood something. Maybe he isn't going to work with us. I looked through some of my papers (needing to file my tax-card thingie) and it turns out that my time at The Barn runs out February 28th. So 3 days left before the vacation and then two months. Then I'll probably have to stop there. I still doubt they'll want to keep me. I still doubt I'll manage to not gouge my eyes out if I have to keep going. We'll see.

Want to see the rocket/missile/deathsword in the sky from last night? Here. It's not much but there it is. Doesn't look as impressive as it did with mine own two eyes. Doesn't look like a banana either.

Oh well.

Peter ComputerGuy had a date with his social worker today. I was left alone in the computer room. There's a guy called Jørgen who is collecting danish movies. Apparently he wants all danish movies ever made. I'm sure it's an impressive collection. He looks titles up on the inter-net. He came today. But the inter-net wasn't working. We got a new cable modem and blabla and Peter wasn't there. So Bent asked me to try it out. I didn't get it to work. I was too tired to concentrate. I could barely read the damn manuals. I just sat there in the chair and nodded off. Thinking about sex. Because frankly that's a lot sexier than cable modems. Waiting for the clock to make it's way to 1 am.

At one point a lady called Kisser came in. Hehey, her name is fun in English. Anyway. She was just dropping off a windows CD-ROM she had borrowed and then I gave her a little advice about the tab key. And then she left the room. But then later when she was leaving the barn I heard her say "I'm just going to wish Lasse a merry christmas too". And she came in and did that. I thought it was sweet. Just that someone thinks of me like that. The door to the computer room was practically closed. She could easily have left without giving me a second thought. But she didn't. She's quite friendly. It's still awkward for me to be in friendly situations with people. But it was nice. She's a nice lady.
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After work I went shopping. I'm going to fill up my room with sodas so I don't have to leave the house during the vacation. Mmmm. vacation.

On my way home I walked past "byggeren" like I always do. It's a sort of kid's play place. With animals and playgrounds and wooden buildings and everything. One of the horses took an interest in me. Probably because I couldn't help staring at it. It was scratching its ass on the fence. I swear. Too mutch scratchie makes you itchy. It was cute. And as I was so rudely staring at it, it turned around and looked back at me. Straight at me. Then I took a couple of steps to one side.. and it did the same. And it sort of whirled its head like it was saying "come over here for a minute, I have something to tell you". I know that's now what it meant. What it really meant was "Wow, there's air here and I can move my head around in it". But still. It was cute. I almost didn't want to leave. I'm sure Mr Horse was sad too. I'm much better company than the other horses.

Say hello to Mr Horse.
hung like a horse
And that was pretty much my day. They fixed our fridge but they f'ed it up and it isn't cooling enough. Another day with groceries in the back yard. Great.

Holy buttfuck! It's going to be a white xxxmas in Denmark! It's going to start snowing tomorrow and it's going to keep snowing. Awesome d00d. I 100% trust the weatherpeople. How can you not trust people who live in cities in the sky, with their feathery wings and sensory eyes? The weatherpeople know the weather. Znoooowwww!!!!111

Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh. My mother is watching a program about phobias. There's a woman with a social phobia. Fear of people. Uuugh. A hairdresser. The scissors turn to murder weapons. Suicide weapons. Ugh. I wonder what my mother thinks when she watches that. If she connects the dots. If she wonders..

It's a program about Fobiskolen. That's where I went. That's where I was sent. Of course they cured her.. I gave them a story about how much it had all helped and then I went home and kept fearing everything. I don't think my parents ever knew I went to fobiskolen. Phobiaschool. Edward Scissorhands. "life is too short to sit at home and be afraid". Yeah. Okay. I'll just go outside and be afraid then.

I don't want to fucking breathe regularly. I want to breathe the wrong way so the bloodflow halts so my cheeks turn red so my heart beats faster so I pass out because my brain thinks that other people are dangerous. Don't tell me to breathe properly.

But oh this girl is back in the workforce and everything is good. Another triumph for the phobiaschoool. I bet she's good at breathing.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. I got a machinehead, it's better than the rest.
never stop breathing
3 days. 3 days and counting.

np: zwan - w.p. (011214)