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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 So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.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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2002-10-19

:: <17:16> Dialogs <comment 0>

internal self one: There’s snow outside.
internal self two: Yes.
is1: Snow. It’s still snowing.
is2: Too bad we hate snow.
is1: We do?
is2: Yes. Remember the long rant about the evils of snow?
is1: Do you mean the one with the snow and the boots and how the feet — particulary the toes — get cold and a bit numb? I had forgotten about that.
is2: ...
is1: I want to go out and do some of that photography stuff.
is2: Not now you don’t.
is1: Yes, I do. I’m going to go out now and... It looks really cold out there.
is2: Great perception you got there.
is1: Bite me nerd boy.
is2: Do you notice that the snow remains in frozen form even after the impact with the ground?
is1: ...yes...
is2: Still want to go out?
is1: No, not now. Maybe later.



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