Another animal printish miracle...sorry about the picture...mobile camera...

(Insert Japanese word of choice to go with the pictures)

Look at those amazing shoes!!! I would have bought them, only I...didn't :)

Doom, doom!

I've just found it. The ultimate sign that shows me that I'm very, very close to be past my expiration date. Soon, I'll be in a wheelchair, dribbling, peeing myself, and stuck away in a nursing home somewhere, where the only sign of life in my eyes will appear when I shout inappropriate words to the nurses. My life as I know it is basically over. From now on, I have to get used to seeing my body's slow, but inevitable deterioration. Soon, I'll have to start using artificial teeth, due to the fact that my own just fell out of my mouth.

Oh, God! Why did this happen to me? I am still so young, so full of life and spirit...ehrm...yeah...anyway, my point being...I am getting old. You see...as I stood in front of the mirror the other day, my very first gray hair appeared, bold as hell...as if it just wanted to say hello, keep me on edge, make sure I didn't enjoy life too much. Of course, I pulled the sucker out, but I suspect it is similar to the old Greek (or was it Hindu? Actually the Hindu one might have been the story about Kali and her blood being spilled. I can never tell these two apart...anyway...) legend of the dragons teeth. Or was it blood drops? It sounds so daft with teeth..ah...I'll just settle for blood drops. Whenever a drop of dragon blood touched the ground, two new dragons appeared, making it really hard to kill the suckers...or something like that. My point is that this is exactly what I fear might happen on top of my scull. Whenever I pull one pigment lacking hair out, two new will appear...and all of you know I don't exactly have a lot of hair, so I expect that within the end of 2008, my head will be very Christmasy-white...

However, I did get asked for I.D. bying beer in the store the last three times I did it. And the age limit for buying beer is 18, so those people all had to think that I was 17. Although suspect that won't happen when my hair has turned completely white, all my teeth have fallen out, and my boobs are practically level with my knees. Oh dear God...and I didn't even have the time to have one decent job before I got old...just shows that students really stay in Uni too long, doesn't it?

My hero!

Hot and funny...nuff said :o)

Dear diary!

I can't believe the girls at the office said that I looked dull. Am going to change that immediately. Ah, hairdresser first...wonder if this peroxide actually penetrates my brain...I think not. Or is it? All of a sudden I feel this urge to dress up in something...something....wild and mighty. Leopard print perhaps? Oh...yeah...and it might rain today (at least that's what they said on the weather forecast....). Hmm...which umbrella can I possibly choose that doesn't scream boring? Ah, I know...the red one. I mean red and leopard...why is that not used more? Well...now...all I need is a handbag. Ok...remember...not boring...not boring at all. Oh yeah. I know exactly the one...I am going to choose my shiny, sparkly, silver one. Only bad thing about that, is that I can't actually fit my important office documents in it. Oh...what the hell...I'll just take the black one as well. Now, at least no one can say that I look boring. (Although, not quite sure I did not go a bit overboard with those two handbags...well...to freaking late anyway).

And here I thought....

....that having giant horses actually on your clothes was the exception. Alas...shortly after my previous post, someone felt that I really needed to see this. And I am not sure that I can ever forgive you for that. Still, this goes for all of you...if you have some fantastic pictures that I really need to see, feel free to send them over. Maybe I'll even post them on the blog. To also make you understand that horses seem to be this year's black, I give you :

What were they thinking????

As some of you might already know, Baron von Bulldog has his very own blog, where he's just made a series of posts, called the 'style guillotin'. In these posts, he critisises some Norwegian celebrities, and their sense of style. And I'll admit that some of the celebs he's focused his attention on are not the most stylish. However, I thougth that there had to be people out there even worse...(maybe except for Hank von Helvete....). So, after a stroll around town, these suspicions of mine were really confirmed. And...I lived to tell the tale...so...what were these people thinking? And those shoes....I really hope they won't be as popular as manolos anytime soon :)



Update: Clearly, the idea of having a flock of horses running around ON your huge rear is a really, really bad idea. However, my husband actually encountered smth even worse the other day...

How can I even bring myself to share the horror with you? He saw this middle aged woman , wearing a red fleece jacket....so far not so bad...Ok...let's go...how can I put this in a not too horrifying way? The pattern of the jacket was actually dalmatians. And they were huge. Clearly not real dalmatians, but still! If I had only had a picture of it. Not sure my brain can completely conceptualise what I am hearing.....Just thought I'd share the pain :)