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Weblog | I don't like the word blog, it's ugly. Anyway, new content happens here. (Swedish dito)

About me and the site | Twenty-something male who likes text. Obsessed with things such as books, reality, communication, and one or two tv-shows.

Archives | Things written here since... well, 2001. Some of it is good, some is utter shait.

Books | Books read, not books written. So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.

Photo | I like my camera and it likes me.

Links | Outwards, away, flee.

e-mail | J. Nicklas Andersson


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2001-08-12

:: <17:53> Life <comment 1>

I hate the keyboard. The fingers leaps from vowel to vowel all over the place. There must be a better way. I damn the inventor of the qwerty keyboard to hell.

Now it seems impossible to even relax in the usual unplanned way that mankind have done in the their Free Time since the Early Days of the Species. No, nowadays even that has to be done as a campaign with a stylish and way to expencive clothesline together with specific dates and arrange so that everything else fits the purpose. This organisation sickness of mega-lo-maniac proportions have to end. Soon people won’t know how to relax properly at all, and that day we’ll all mourn the treasure that slipped out of our hands.



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