Here ensues the promised pictures from last weeks lovely bowling night with the ever so charming Emma, Fabian, Mats and Erik. I have quite a few videos as well, but since I'm a lazy turd I haven't posted them yet. They will arrive though, mark my words bitch. Anyways, here are the pictures. Please don't masturbate to them.

Fabian doing his winning ( Read more... )

Robbie, Robbie, Robbie. Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie. Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie? Robbie! Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie. Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie. Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie - Robbie, Robbie, Robbie - Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie. ( Read more... )

Johnny Cash and Robbie Williams. Two amazingly different artists, both in terms of musicianship and personality wise. Still they are the two artists that my weekend is revolving all around, since tomorrow I'm going with my dear mum to Gothenburg to see Mr Williams in concert, together with ~60000 others. Should be an absolute hoot, and to warm up ( Read more... )

There are just those arguments that you face sometimes that shake you into balance, in an odd way. I had one of such last night with my beloved girlfriend, the uglier kind. The j-word, b-word and f-word got their fair share of exposure during the something-3 hours we spent on these inverted festivities. Hurtful, indeed, for both of us I should ( Read more... )

For the first time of the summer I took the twins out for a swim at the nearby lake today, which turned out to be a much appreciated venture. As usual we all stood at the edge of the water, peeking down at the wavy, dark green surface and in our minds imagining that it must be SO COLD that just touching it would result in instant petrification and ( Read more... )

So I was at work, minding my own sandwichy business in the cellar, buttering baguettes, slicing tomatoes, eating sushi for lunch. The cellar is a nice place, even though it's a dump. People dump their shit, it seems, just on the floor for me to move when I get down there in the morning. It pisses me off to have to move a locked freaking bike every ( Read more... )

Jens Lekman once sang "Are birthdays happy or are they just a countdown to death?", and one might ask themselves just that. Today, which was my 20th birthday so far, has been both though. The grim reaper may be sprinting in my general direction, but I did appreciate today a lot. Mainly thanks to the lovely, beautiful ones who graced it with their ( Read more... )

I got a little something for you lovely people:

Click meee!One of the world's most forgotten great bands, and I've nagged about them before. Here's the amazing and very sad video for their beautiful ballad Into The Night. It wasn't on Youtube so I uploaded it and thought I should spread it around ( Read more... )

Welcome to the dimension of sore throats. My throat is very sore, to the point of myself wondering if someone fucking mowed it while I was asleep. It hurts like hell though, and when I speak it's in a very whiskey-like bass rumble - which I wouldn't mind if it was a cool rumbling but it's just sick man's broken voice crap. But I've thought about ( Read more... )

Yep, once again Rikard returns to Livejournal, fit for fight. It's been a while, and I've been poking about with ye old Hackneyed, Baby! in the meanwhile but now I'm putting that on hiatus for a while. I currently feel that my life at this point is way more interesting to read about that, say a review of Muse's shitty new album - because boy is it ( Read more... )