Play me and I flip you off
You know... You could have given me a hand instead of a sodding finger. Oh I don't know. Just a thought you know. You could try being nice for a change. It'd do you good. And a change would do me good.
Ah great. Quorn. Brilliant. (Radiant! Tihi). Is that how it's gonna be, you eating chicken and me having quorn on the side? There's more to it, not just quorn daddy-o. If not, I'd rather not eat at all. Become all like the girl in the magazine I read today, - become all skin and bones. Ha! Now there's a change.
It kind of hurts me, to know. What I am to you, is not real. What I am to you, you do not need. What I am to you's not what you mean to me. Well I'll give you miles and miles of bloody mountains and you'll ask for the sodding sea.
I am somewhat over it by now though, it's not like just because you ditched me or whatever I'm gonna go hang myself or become a serial killer or something. (But if I were a serial killer I'd only kill Sugar Puffs, those things will kill ya). Serial=cereal. Get it?
I alla fall. Igår klippte jag gräset. Och nej det var ingen tillfällighet att jag gjorde det tidigt på morgornen. Då ni sover som mysigast... Och Ja, det var med flit jag klippte lite längre och lite högljudare just vid gäset som gränsade till er trädgård... Jag klippte gräset med er eviga, påklistrade överlägsenhet i åtanke, och på en söndag! Ha.
Tack så mycket kära grannar, ni gör min dag mer komisk i alla fall.
P.S. Några av sniglarna (Latin: Disgustus Slimeus) som jag hittade "råkades" kastas över till er trädgård...
Once upon a time I had flowers in my hair. Once upon a time I was a fool, but a happy one I guess.
Now I'm just bitter and controlled by my own self restriction. Lonely too.
-Ebba
Ah great. Quorn. Brilliant. (Radiant! Tihi). Is that how it's gonna be, you eating chicken and me having quorn on the side? There's more to it, not just quorn daddy-o. If not, I'd rather not eat at all. Become all like the girl in the magazine I read today, - become all skin and bones. Ha! Now there's a change.
It kind of hurts me, to know. What I am to you, is not real. What I am to you, you do not need. What I am to you's not what you mean to me. Well I'll give you miles and miles of bloody mountains and you'll ask for the sodding sea.
I am somewhat over it by now though, it's not like just because you ditched me or whatever I'm gonna go hang myself or become a serial killer or something. (But if I were a serial killer I'd only kill Sugar Puffs, those things will kill ya). Serial=cereal. Get it?
I alla fall. Igår klippte jag gräset. Och nej det var ingen tillfällighet att jag gjorde det tidigt på morgornen. Då ni sover som mysigast... Och Ja, det var med flit jag klippte lite längre och lite högljudare just vid gäset som gränsade till er trädgård... Jag klippte gräset med er eviga, påklistrade överlägsenhet i åtanke, och på en söndag! Ha.
Tack så mycket kära grannar, ni gör min dag mer komisk i alla fall.
P.S. Några av sniglarna (Latin: Disgustus Slimeus) som jag hittade "råkades" kastas över till er trädgård...
Once upon a time I had flowers in my hair. Once upon a time I was a fool, but a happy one I guess.
Now I'm just bitter and controlled by my own self restriction. Lonely too.
-Ebba
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