Ok, so there’s this blog-chain mail-thing swooning around now, during which you’re supposed to write stuff about yourself on a daily basis, under pre-ordained topics. I’ve been contemplating partaking at my usual blog (all in Swedish, I’m afraid), but then I figured that the people reading my posts there pretty much know me already, whereas fellow Tumblrs do not. So, maybe I’ll do both, but I’ll give it a go here, anyways.
So. Me. What do I tell you about me? I think I could yap for an eternity once I get into it, but I’ll spare you all that burden. Somewhat shorter, this is me:
I love the 80’s, the films, music and fashion of those days fit me like a fingerless leather glove. I’m obsessed with all sorts of flying machines and the one thing I want to do above all else (pun!) is to try out hang gliding. I always have bruises and/or small cuts somewhere on my body, simply because I am so very clumsy. I hate mornings and wish to make them illegal, along with modern day organised religions, wars, at least half of all the bureaucracy in the world and I wish rapists and molesters could get beat up by their victims and the victim’s loved ones, as a form of punishment.
I’m constantly dirt poor or flat broke, but if I had a decent financial situation, I would get lasic eye surgery, buy a fantastic holiday for my parents and become a professional globe trotter myself. And go hang gliding, skydiving, basejumping, bungy jumping, try out flying a double winged plane, a stealth plane and ride a hot air balloon, and a blimp. Not all at once, though.
I’m a total bookworm and dream of one day having a big ass house, old and creaky, with big stairs, painted glass windows, trap doors and secret rooms, and a ridiculously large library, with books from floor to ceiling, a catwalk for the top shelves and a rolling ladder to reach the rest. Also, I need a maze in the garden and at least one tower. Perhaps a moat, too. In my house I could conjure up all my imagination and love for interior decorating, resulting in a total aesthetic madhouse, just the way I like it.
I like small dogs, all cats, creativity, taking care of the environment, pirates and people who live their lives the way they want to. I’m impressed by intelligence and humility, a sense of humour and courage. I’m unimpressed by money, boasting, fame, rigidity, illiteracy and people who don’t listen. I laugh very loud and frequent, and the same goes for my burping. I love dancing ugly dances, I dress like an eye sore and I hate being hit on by sleazy dudes. I can’t remember anything worthwhile, but snippets of song lyrics and millions of obscure movie quotes stick like glue.
I find well-shaped moustasches and beards very attractive, and sideburns and chesthair even more so. In the opposite sex, that is. I also think scars, gaps between teeth or other quaint crookedness in someone’s features just adds to my appeal of their beauty. I’m fascinated by tall people but love meeting someone shorter than I (just under 5’ 4”), making me feel tall for a change. I’ve never driven a car and never tried drugs - not counting alcohol. I hate smoking and detest drug use. And I’m terrified of learning to drive.
I fear clowns, Killer Bob, Sadako, spiders, being strangled or choked, chased or raped. So please don’t dress up as a japanese killer demon in a clown suit, chasing me with your spider army, intending to choke and molest me.
Cause I will kick your sorry clown ass.