I went to the bank, got some physical pain which is always nice, feeeel the burn. Got my money, honey. Bought some milkshakes. I went milkshake mad today. Seriously I could have consumed (I use consume because I never can remember how to conjugate (is that even an english word?) the word drink... I could have drunk, drank, drinked? I'd go for drunk but I don't know, stupid language. I'll start writing my diary in Danish, see how you like it... anyway back to the story) 10 milkshakes. They aren't too big but they're lovely and tasty chock full of drinky goodness. And I like to shake them. You have to shake them for 30 seconds before drinking. It's a great work out for the right hand, and I do enjoy keeping my right hand strong, if you know what I mean nudge-nudge.

I was reading Cessandra's diary (which is going on my list on the left at some point soon) and she said something about the soul. And I started thinking about it. The soul. Maybe we do have a soul. But I don't really believe in it as spiritual thing. As a god given thing. It's obvious we have something that sets us apart from all other species of animals on earth. And maybe that is a soul. But then maybe one day we will be able to explain the soul, like we can explain how our children get the eye colour they have. I think the soul might be real, but not something fantastic. But the main thing is that I don't know what I'm talking about. I'm a moron. My idea of god goes from not believing there's a god to believing there's a god and he's a fucking bastard who wants me to suffer forever. And I'm probably wrong on everything. But thinking about the soul made me think of the heart. How we see the heart as love and something beautiful. In reality it's just an organ pumping blood around the body. It doesn't really look too romantic if you cut it out and drop it on the table. It's just part of our machine. God isn't in our heart. Blood is in our heart. If our heart fails we can get a new one. I wonder what happens if a Christian gets a heart transplant from a bhuddist or a hindu or muslim (I apologize for not really knowing the proper names for any other religions than the one that's supposed to be my own, but I was born in Denmark so I'm supposed to believe in the Christian god, and thus I've been taught almost exclusively about that guy, the big fella). I wonder if god will still be in his heart, even though it used to belong to a non believer. I wonder if anyone cares.

Much more important than god and our soul: the Danish Survivor (Robinson Ekspeditionen) ended today. Sonny won. As I predicted. He's a Brøndby fan so that works for me, FORZA BRøNDBY OLÉ! I'd sell my soul for the championship going to Brøndby. And my heart. I'll even throw in my lungs. To the operational table, Batboy!

I think I should be naked while I'm writing my diary. It would be a pleasure. Too bad the computer is in the living room and my mother is watching Men In Black. How come it's Men In Black when they shorten it to MiB. Shouldn't it be Men in Black then? How come they capitalize the i in in? Then it should be MIB. It just doesn't make sense and it's freaking me out and I wish I was naked.

I need a new hard drive, I need a new hard drive, I need a new hard drive.

I need a new hard drive.

My hair is too long. I need a hair cut, I need a h... nevermind.

I'm just living in my head

I watched an old episode of South Park on swedish tv a couple of days ago. And I noticed that all the lil sweet kids had shadows. Like they were cutouts. You could see the shadows of the characters on the background. This looked odd. I don't think they have shadows in the newer episodes. I think they've moved to computers and such, so no cardboard cutouts to cast shadows. How sad. A man without a shadow is like a milkshake without the shake. Then it's just milk. What's up with that?

Suddenly I was lying on my bed thinking that there was no point in living. I just realized that nothing mattered and I was better of dead. A rare moment of clarity. Which I quickly escaped by going to the computer and wasting some more of my life. Wonderful.

Whopedidoo, I got With Eyes Closed on MTV Teletext's Spit It Out pages. Happy days. And the best thing is that my url was on too and I immediately got 3 new entries in my guestbook. Happiness and wonderful good things. Life is joy. And I give it all back to you. Give it all back to you. Give it all back to you. Fuck you, fuck you, oooooooh, no way, no waayayaya to disconnect. Sorry, went into pumpkins mode there. As I'm want to do. Blergh.

I'm downloading the second to last ever Smashing Pumpkins concert. Which is stupid of me. It's lousy quality and I know there will be better mp3s. And then I'll just delete the stuff that I'm wasting time on now. + I need a new hard drive, I need a new hard drive, I need a new hard drive.

G'night, I need a new hard drive, I need a new hard drive, I need a new hard drive

NP: pumpkins - Raindrops + Sunshowers

...rain falls on everyone, the same old rain...