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it was an unusually pleasant monday

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I miss my homeland. I do mean Sweden. Although by now I've become much more familiar with Latvia and her ways, there are some things from my childhood that just cannot be replaced. The language, even though I haven't forgotten it, hasn't really gotten any decent training with the exception of a book now and then, and visits from my dear relatives. And the personality of Sweden's culture is obviously nowhere to be truly found in any other country. I will want to return before long, so I suppose I'll have to make it work by visiting to and fro. Ma wee little 'eart breaks when I'm reminded of something from the early days, and other signs have been pointing towards reclaiming that part of myself. So I guess I'll just have to reintroduce Em to Em, and see what happens.

"..och det ska vara falukorv av allra bästa slag!
Ja, den ska vara himla god och flera meter lång, 
och föras sen till Bullerbyn med munter lek och sång."

the sunset was nice

(Eddie Vedder - "Society")

This damn thing

I was right about the new phase in life, only, man, did it go spinning off in a completely unnecessary direction. Guiltyguiltguilt hounding everyone. One painful situation coming to some absurd conclusion only to make way for something even more complicated.
New notebook, though, too. Songs. Apartments.


I've lost a friend.


Guess it's time to stride through the ruins of it all and do some heavy thinking.

Oh my

These past three weeks, my god. And the session. And everything. Big. Good and bad.

I found a new word - relationshit. It's not actually adequate, it's rather harsh, but it's a new word. Almost as good as catastrofuck. (Catastrophuck?)

Jessie, you are freaking awesome. And you made me remember that Latvia is also freaking awesome. 

I think this part of my life is a kick-starter for some new beginning. I'm in a bit of emotional pain, but that's okay. 

Witness this:

(Amanda Palmer - The Art Of Asking, TED)