D.A.N.I.E.L.

Dear Diary,

I’ve been thinking.

The other day I wrote in my notebook:

“I think I’m ready to give love a chance, but at the same time I can’t help but wonder if love is ready to give me a chance.”

I could go out there and charm the world. But even if I would it’s not entirely up to me, and that is the problem. People don’t really notice me, and the only females that really like me are little baby girls and old ladies. I can charm the pants off the old ladies, the oldies really like me and it’s scary.

I know I’m not the alpha male that can slay any beast, plunder any village and come back as a hero and claim the right to the alpha female and have lots of gorgeous little alpha kids and have the most alpha family ever. I know I’m not perfect, in fact I’m very flawed and I’d be the first to admit it. But I also know myself enough to know that there are plenty of great qualities about me that the ladies would like. When I try to fool myself on those cold, lonely nights in that empty old bed thinking I’m a lousy person and nobody will ever like me somewhere inside there whispers a voice, and that voice says that I’m a good man, I’d be a good comrade, mate and life partner for whoever grabs me.

I laughed my head off one night while I was thinking about stuff like this, and I had a funny idea I would really like to try out. I thought I should have to send in one of those personal ads in the newspapers where people are looking for… well, whatever it is they are looking for; erotic adventures or just a date over a cup of coffee. My ad would say something like this:

“Chubby guy in his prime, film-director-to-be, future Oscar winner and Hollywood’s next Golden Boy is looking for an independent, dark, and mysterious Evil Queen with strong opinions to have and to rule with for a lifetime.”

That, I think, would be a success. So, there you have it, ladies. Grab me while you can.

Oh, before I forget. I stumbled over this really ridiculous test where you enter your name and it will give you your “Sexy Name”. I got a pretty good one, don’t you agree?

Get Your Sexy Name

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“One of those days”

Dear diary,

today is just one of those days.

Twice this week I have been frustrated and angry because of the foolishness of people close to me. I get fucking mad when they speak of things that doesn’t really concern anybody else than myself.

-“I’m sure you’re going to marry a [insert any nationality here) woman, and I know she is going to spoil you rotten”, they say.

-“These (clothes) are for when you have children”, they say.

Why do they need to say these things?

I once believed in love, I once believed in “the true one”, I once believed in the institution of marriage. Then I grew up.

Robyn

Dear diary,

I almost fell in love once.

It was a cold, rainy autumn night a couple of years ago and I and my brother were going to Tavastia for a concert. I didn’t really want to go, but my brother was given two free tickets because he was going to review that night’s show for the radio, and so he asked me to join him.

That night there were one band, one singer, and a Swedish pop princess performing. I couldn’t care less about the first two, and the third I remembered because of a kind of annoying hit she had in the mid 90’s, so I was a little curious to see her but I was nowhere near excitement.

We stepped inside the club. It was smoky, there was a last minute sound check going on, we had a few drinks but not a whole lot was going on and I was getting bored.

The first band impressed us both, sadly they didn’t have a record contract and so eventually they slipped my mind and even later they are only to be found somewhere close to Oblivion. The second act didn’t do much for me. She sounded like a modern Janis Joplin, had a few OK songs here and there, and she too is fading into the dark.

But the third one… Ooh, how I remember her! It was time for her to rock the house, that she did and more so. She sang her heart out, she danced her ass off, she melted my icy cold heart and by the time the show was over I thought I loved her and wanted to rush backstage and tell her all my darkest secrets and that she was the most wonderful being I had ever seen and heard. Robyn, you are awesome and I secretly adore you.

Ladies and Gentlemen, click play and enjoy this funny Prince cover she did.

Robyn: Jack You Off

Where Is The Love?

People generally think that love is what’s only between two people, lovers. But I personally think love is so much more. This is a cold world, and people are confused, and so often it feels that people only get more and more self absorbed and indifferent towards others, and what’s going on in the world. “Why should I care about anyone else when nobody cares about me”. Right?

One of the few pop songs I actually like.

Black Eyed Peas – Where Is The Love