Urgent Needs




OK I'M IN URGENT NEED OF NEW TV-SERIES. Someone gave me a tip about "Breaking Bad", but I didn't find it that addictive. I don't believe in crap like "You are what you eat" or "You are what you watch" so no need to feel ashamed. Just gimme your BEST HOT TIP now, no matter how dirty or nerdy they are. My greatest wish would of course be a serie which were pretty much like a never ending version of one of those decadent indie movies you don't know how you would have lived without watching. But I guess my hopes, like always, are so high that they might just kill me.
I've already seen : NIP TUCK. EBBA & DIDRIK. WEEDS. SONS OF ANARCHY. L-WORD. REDERIET. TWIN PEAKS. CALIFORNICATION
Already given a try: ENTOURAGE. BREAKING BAD. SOPRANOS. LOST
Life
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I'm glad I'm not a greedy, white, sweaty, 50-year old man with beer keg. That would've been tragic for real. Then I would have both looked like a greedy, white, sweaty, 50-year old man with beer keg and behaved like one. Now I'm just behaving. That's more okey. After Friday's social escapades I've isolated myself at home for two days with a diet consisting chips, snus an 3.5 beers. I've switched between porn and HBO series, wearing an old dirty t-shirt with semen stains on it and wondered how the hell life could turn out this way. If I don't wake up as Paul Anka or Berlusconi I promise I'll be back as a nice, social and sympathic person tomorrow.
The Graduate
JOHNNY'S BIRD
THE COBRA SNAKE
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Fucking students. Same old shit every year. The whole city smells like beer burp and everywhere there're screaming teenagers who play tacky radio hits and think they have something to celebrate. But the graduate is nothing to celebrate. So when they cross the street under my window and play "I Got a Feeling" for the hundredth time I have to throw eggs at them from my window and yell:
“You Got A Feeling To Night’s Gonna Be A Good Night. Good for you. It's your last Good Night because from now on your life will be shit! You’ll be controlled by authorities who are worse than your most fascist teacher and you’ll get meaningless jobs to lead the post-colonial economic system further towards the end of the world. You’re gonna need to get drunk to feel some kind of happiness and then you’ll try to change that by having kids who will grow upp and be as obsolete and fucked up as you. And if you are the type who try to oppose all the shit the system has created for you, you are probably a cynical bugger like me and you’ll be depressed for the rest of your life, get tattoos for all your money and die of starvation.”
THIS WAS MY GRADUATE
Mom and I had a fight for a month about my graduate outfit and my refusal to serve meat at my student at-home. Finally mom agreed about the vegetarian food if I took out my bull-ring piercing in my nose. She was still pissed about my outfit but I wore black leggings, t-shirt and shoes anyway. At the graduate day I was the only sober person in the world and refused to sign my snobbish class”mates” student caps with nice words. Came home and called my depressed boyfriend in jail on his smuggled phone and hated the world a little bit more.
The eighteen year old Linn wasn’t fun at all. I’m actually a quite nice and positive person compared to then. But I hate students. Still.
Hundred of Everything
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100 cups of coffee, 100 outfits and 100 fun clubs. 100 pages read from an intellectual book and 100 tonnes of creative diarreha. But it doesn’t help. I’m still tired, restless, and retarded. Have nothing to wear and can’t decide where I wanna get drunk.
Think I have to dance on the kitchen table and have sex with myself now. It may be the solution to all the world’s problem.
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The Heterosexual Couple - Linn and Linn
THE HETEROSEXUAL COUPLE
There was an almost naked person next to me in bed when I woke up. I like almost naked persons in my bed. Almost naked persons make you wanna buy new wigs and drink coffee all day instead of going to work. So that's what I've done. A walk in the sunshine and a hundred cups of coffee in my new fancy wig. Pretty much like a heterosexual role games foreplay with myself. I guess that's the closest I'll get to a normative monogamous relationship.
Illness/My Life
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Wake up. Feel like shit. Look like shit. Eat porridge. Read an old newspaper. Check facebook. Think people are stupid. Glad that I'm sick and don't have to be social. Watch porn. Get bored. Should become a porn director. Watch Nip Tuck instead. Finish another book. Write something incoherent. Eat porridge. Check facebook. Think people are stupid. Glad that I am sick and do not have to be social. Watch porn. Get bored. Should become a porn director. Watch Nip Tuck instead. Finish another book. Write something incoherent. Eat porridge. Check facebook. Think people are stupid. Glad that I am sick and do not have to be social. Watch porn. Get bored. Should become a porn director. Watch Nip Tuck instead. Finish another book. Write something incoherent. Go to bed.
Your Local News Dealer
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(Cheesy melody) Good morning. This is Linn the Tipsy Gypsie for Uncensored News Stockholm with today's news.
(Cheesy melody again)
Everything is pretty much like yesterday. Shit and misery, pathetic celebrities, plastic tits and bad weather. In other words, excellent conditions for staying in bed, masturbate and plan the revolution.
That was all from Uncensored News Stockholm for today. Stay black.
Some Kind Of Maturity
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Okey. I’ve turned twentyfive. It doesn’t mean anything at all. But actually it seems like I’ve reached some kind of maturity during the last week. I've started working again instead of being paralyzed by thoughts of ass and titties. I’ve cooked two times. I’ve been a constructive problem solver and shouted at walking parents who block the entire sidewalk with their fancy strollers instead of hating them on the sly. I’ve responded when people called and I felt irresponsible rather than rebellious when I didn’t care to brush my teeth.
Now I’m just waiting for the saggy titts to come so I can do “the helicopter” with them. That would be awesome!
Beer, Band Camp and Ugly People
DASH SNOW AGAIN
Oh yes, here we go again drunk blogging. The time is 04.00 and I drink water. The cool people of Stockholm are just as ugly as I remember them. And tomorrow is it shooting time. I'll be the most prepared director ever.
Pursuit of Happiness
JOHNNYS BIRD WINDOW
JOHNNYS BIRD COCKETTES
JOHNNYS BIRD TRASH
Can you save me?





