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Monday - humiliation. Tuesday - suffocation. Wednesday - condescension. Thursday is pathetic. By Friday life has killed me. To quote Morrissey. 2 days left and I think I’m having a nervous breakdown.

We went to see Gavin Watson and his exhibition at The Color Place earlier this month. Gavin Watson is responsible for the book Skins. His story is amazing and it was such an honour to hear him talk about it. If you don’t know who he is, perhaps you at least saw the film This Is England. The film was inspired by and based upon the pictures that Gavin Watson took in the late 70’s and early 80’s. I fell in love with a photography (called “Norma meet Kelley, Kelley meet Norma”)...

Whenever I’m overboard and down I always seem to turn to the same things over and over for consolation and some kind of acknowledge. When I feel like I dissolve and extinguish I look for something to cling to. I look for identification in order to make my abstract train of thought follow something more clear-sighted. To put emotions down into words, and thereby admit those feelings, has always worked for me, in one way or another. And when I feel like I can’t, I know that someone else has...

I continued the trend and watched yet another documentary yesterday. The Bridge. I’m no longer apathetic. This time around, I’m still speechless, but for a totally different reason. This film ripped me to pieces. It was difficult to handle and I cried a lot, but I’m glad I saw it. This is a film that deals with suicide in a very humane way. Instead of facts and statistics you’ll get to hear about despair from people who tried to commit suicide, but also from friends and relatives...

What do you get if you mix food with musicians? Apparently, this book. It’s titled "I like food, food tastes good: In the kitchen with your favorite bands". Sounds great? Hold on, it gets better. The book description: “What happens when indie bands hit the road? They get hungry!”. I found it yesterday. It nearly killed me. See, we’re not talking random and boring artists here, we’re talking about some of my favorite bands, for real. Like Voxtrot, Franz Ferdinand, Nada Surf...

Recently I stumbled across a random blog post titled something like “There’s so much thinking nowadays”. I don’t want to point the blogger out and make her some sort of scapegoat, this isn’t about her. Every now and then someone attacks the fact that people speak their minds and I always think they’re stupid. I think a lot of things and I love to share my thoughts. I have opinions on everything, everything from the outermost superficial to the most serious of serious debates. I’m...

OKAY. It's snowing. I HATE SWEDEN.

Who knew TV would make you smart? While being ill at home, Nick and I watched some new program regarding health (rather non-existing health than existing ones). It’s called EKG and it’s funny. And it certainly opened up my eyes when they brought up the question “Is it true that homosexuals aren’t allowed to donate blood?”. I laughed, thinking this was an excessively stupid question. I didn’t laugh for that long though, as it turned out to be true: homosexuals aren’t allowed to...

Dolce & Gabbana is freaking me out! I really don’t like their fall/winter collection. To be honest, I can’t stand it. I don’t understand what they’ve done. And I will not say that it’s okay just because it’s Dolce & Gabbana. Let’s focus on something more interesting instead. Let’s focus on Daspu. Daspu is short for “das putas” and it’s a Brazilian fashion label. And yes, the clothes are designed by prostitutes. And yes, the models are prostitutes as well. Prostitution...

I never really liked the term break-up record. You know, records that are born in the aftermath of a break-up. I understand the concept of it and I see the therapeutic aspect of it, but in the end I never heard any good songs. Maybe I just heard the wrong ones. Maybe I just needed to hear Times of Romance by The Lovemakers. This record came to me at the very same time I was going through a break-up of my own. I have to admit that it helped me through a lot. No matter how much I try to stay...

I got a little manic yesterday and so I ended up reading every single word I’ve posted on this blog so far. One thing hit me: I used to be fun. I felt like shit, but at least I was able to write something entertaining. I write so much better when I’m bitter, cynical and pessimistic. At times I hardly got out of bed, but when I did, I made hilarious blog posts out of nonsense. I could write about something utterly boring and make it seem funny. Now? I’m just boring. I feel much better, but...

Nick and I went out for some wine, some Love Minus Zero and some Morrissey lounge last Friday - which was great. We got delayed on our way home and so Nick sat down and waited for me as I was cleaning up some mess. This girl started talking to him, like you normally do when you’ve had a couple of drinks and find yourself alone with someone who’s willing to listen. They talked about relationships and infidelity. When it was time to say goodbye, the girl said (and I quote) “I’ll see you...