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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 So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.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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2003-02-15

:: <00:51> Food <comment 2>

Why is it that everytime I sit down by the computer when it’s getting a bit late and thinks “I’m going to read newsgrousp/weblogs/choice C,” there will always be someone who brings up food.

This time it’s worse: Helena brings up chili. I’m getting hungry here, it’s soon 1AM and I’m not going to go out and cook something. I refuse. But I’m hungry — and I want to eat food. Damnit.

Update: You know it’s really bad when the stomache begins to make sounds that could come straight from an old C64 game.



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