It's the year of the snake! Happy nope-rope-times <3

Found an ancient pouch with actual coins. Fellow scandis and dane-wegians in particular, are these even still valid?

Got new winter boots. Will now slowly snd carefully break them in in the indoors before I take them out in the real winters.

Protip: if you want to root for thr baddies during a live show (this case a prowrestling gala), 1. Choose one or a few baddies and not all of them, 2. Be a bit creative with your rooting and 3. READ THE FUCKING ROOM.

Sometimes, I'm totally okay with being a cultural stereotype foodie.

Seems like british missile manifacturers find their name inspiration in dark fantasy novels.

With that said, I don't blame them, Storm Shadow is not necessarily a bad name.

Apparently if a water bottle leaks in a waterproof bag and you don't realise for two weeks most fabric in it will turn into various degrees of Biology Project 🙃

Sometimes, I'd like to remind the world that I'm merely one working citizen and not necessarily three full time positions in a trenchcoat.

My desire for getting an advent calender for this year's holiday season is currently only overruled by my dislike for getting unneccesary *things*.

Colleague: what kind of sick person brings a measuring tape with them at all times?!

Me:

Me: wants to follow the news.

Also me: Immediately running out of spoons due to one million graphic descriptions of dead children.

How does one even stay up to date with the world while also being kind to the delicate dark-times brain?

The more I work, the more I realise that most people are just three racoons in a trenchcoat with various degrees of convincing adult human disguises.

Oh, Netherlands, I'm so sorry ❤️‍🩹

You know your brain is deep into some ancient meme caves when it suddenly, out of nowhere, goes "pwn that noob with the uber leet hax and the pron". Wtg, ftw, brain. Roxorz Boxorz.

The world: *Is dark and full of terrors*
Me: HOLD MY STRING LIGHTS.