Showing posts with label avslutad kärlekshistoria. Show all posts
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Friday, August 26, 2011

The teenage years



Malin and I were once again talking about embarassing things and obviously we started talking about our teenage years and what we wrote in our diaries. I recollect specifically one submission.

When I was younger, I used to hang out with my cousins quite alot. Often, their cousins (which Im not related to, VERY IMPORTANT POINT TO THIS STORY) was with us as well.
The summer I turned 13 I was madly in love with my cousins cousin ( ONCE AGAIN; WE WERE NOT RELATED, THIS IS NOT AN INCEST STORY!) which we can call Erik.

From the diary (well sort of, since I dont have it with me in Malta, but this is how I remember it):
" We were going out for a swim, but I didnt have any swim wear. I borrowed someone elses, and I have to say, my boobs looked great in them! They were very big! As we came to the beach, my youngest cousin asked Erik if he wanted to be my boyfriend. He took a glance at my breasts and said "Yes". I dont know why, but I chickened out and screamed to his face: I WAS JUST JOKING! You know, before he could say that to me!"
Sadly, after this summer, we started a new school, and he became one of the cool ones, and I was obviously the geek and outcast.He ignnored the fact that he even knew me and my little teenage heart was forever broken. I didnt speak with him, he didnt look at my boobies UNTIL! I met him in a pub a couple of years ago.

He came up to me, with quite a flirty smile on his face and said:
- Hey, didnt you used to be my girlfriend when we were younger?
I stared at him, this now probably nice boy that had treated my teenage self so bad! I answered:
- No, that was just a joke.

And that, my friends, is what we call TEENAGE REVENGE! Booya! (also, we call it close-to-incest-experience).
The boy in this picture has nothing to do with this story, but this is taken when I was 17 years old.

Friday, December 24, 2010

En julönskan


Jag har enbart en önskan denna julafton och den berör Mums Zelmerlove. Här är mitt officiella brev till dig.

Snälla Måns, kan du sluta hoppa runt på varenda kanal, välgörenhetsgala eller bingolottoevent och verka helylle?! Du står där och wailar som om din röst är guds gåva till människan. Så är inte fallet. Det är ditt utseende som är Guds gåva till mig. Kan du snälla, snälla, snälla bara skapa dig lite personlighet, sluta ge ut julskivor till ICA:s kunder och kan du upphöra med att prata om Marie och dig i någon helig allians, när det är så uppenbart att det där förhållandet är skapat av en liten manager. Det skulle vara tusen gånger mer spännande om du drog ett skämt om dig själv. Eller helst bara var tyst så att man kunde njuta lite mer av din uppenbarelse. Det blir så svårt att ha en crush på dig om du ska hålla på och mysa runt som någon annan martin stenmark-karaktär.

Och med dessa ord vill jag önska alla en GOD JUL!