Okay… Wild shoppingspree at Tradera; I’ve bought a small Elvis bust, an Elizabeth Bathory bust, a cuuuuuute goth dolly and a pair of thigh highs. I also found the most adorable telephone, but it costed more than 500 swedish crowns = very expensive. It was a Darth Vader phone! For signal you could chose either Darth Vader’s breathing or the Star Wars theme. Aww, the cutest thing!

I’m hungry. I ate a hamburger about an hour ago, but I’m hungry again. Urgh, don’t wanna eaaaaat. Not now.
I’m a bit sad; I thought I was going to Hemse to see Ingrid perform tonight, but I can’t find anyone willing to go with me, and I can’t drive myself. So, stuck in Visby. Okay, I really need to pack, because I’ll move this weekend, but… Aww. It’s sad, aight?

At work. I want to go home. Well, no stress about tonight. Nothin’ to do…
But… This bores me. We’re 9 persons working here right now, and there’s not as many customers.
I feel mad, too. I don’t know why, but I really can’t stand people today. Stop bugging me! Stop asking stupid questions! I’m not in the mood to be nice. Argh.