It was fun.
Maybe I’ll be back at a later point. I’ll keep arrogant-paranoid, my Norwegian-learning blog and the secret blogs no-one should know are connected to me up: arrogant-paranoid more as an archive than anything else, since there’s good music to be found on it and no point in deleting that.
See you in Hell.
10,000 hours of delaying gratification?
SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN
*immediately fails because it isn’t instantly gratifying*
That looks like the Grassmarket in Edinburgh.
I was cooking with a bunch of other guys in my kitchen at home, with Pete Helmkamp from Order From Chaos as the ‘head chef’. We were all working together really well except for one guy who, for some reason, really hated Pete. He kept trying to sabotage our cooking, going as far as to try to attract ants and slugs to the food with some packeted thing, so I took the thing away from him before he could do it. (I was at this point being consulted about culinary decisions by Pete, since he trusted me.) Anyway, the other guy got really frustrated.
I didn’t realise what he’d done until I happened to look in the oven and saw purple and grey things there. I immediately opened the door and took my kutte (or ‘metal denim vest’) out. This, luckily, was fine, though hot to the touch. I shouted at him for a bit but kept cooking.
Unfortunately, I hadn’t noticed what was in the baking tray… my Gorguts tour and Voivod - Dimension Hatröss shirts. When I opened the oven again, the prints on them had melted and were running. I don’t know why my subconscious put the Gorguts shirt there, but that DH shirt is literally the only shirt I’ve ever really wanted and it’s absolutely beautiful. This was the straw that broke the camel’s back, so to speak. I woke up in the middle of delivering a Lesson In Violence to him, and I don’t think I’ve been that happy to wake up for a long time XD
Dreams are weird things.
Should be writing an essay. Watching *that* Necrobutcher interview for probably the 666th time instead.
YEAH, I HAVE A COMMENT. FUCK YOU!