I’ve got a thing for yellow now a days. And green and pink; yellow and green and pink. It all feels very summery and feminine and kinda nice.

Bought some work out clothes to try and motivate myself to go to the gym, and hey! It worked! I went the same day to a dance class and shook my arse and my tits ‘til they were sagging twice as much as they normally do, wearing that pink top on the pic above.


Five cm under the surface

Went for a wee bicycle trip yesterday, trying to be adventurous, failing, but it was a nice trip anyway. The weather was okay, I got to know the island a bit better.

I was told that the path you see in front of the bike was actually the main car road on the island fifty or so years ago. Now, this tells me that if the human race was to die out because we fucked everything up, nature would relatively quickly grow everywhere, hiding the mess, then continental drift would sink what needs to be sunk and bury the rest.

Also, I bought myself a waterproof camera not too long ago. I found myself a little tidal pond where things grew and two shrimps lived. The colours turned out quite nicely, but those bloody shrimps just wouldn't keep still for the camera! Either they kept swimming into the camera, coming to close, or they just swam away under a rock. Didn't really help that they're colourless either. Hence, the shrimps are a bit blurry. The plant-thingys look alright though. Sometimes. Enjoy!

     Friggin shrimp...

ok. fuck. right, let's update.

Seriously, can someone tell me how to get a routine to stick? It's not just about blogging more often than once a year, I'm generally shite at making routines stick for more than a week at a time.

Anyway, I've left Svalbard, back on the mainland, had a couple of weeks in northern Norway doing geological fieldwork, aka going for hikes and getting paid for it. The plan is to make posts for the rest of the whole Svalbard thing, the geology thing, the thing I'm doing now, which is holidays at the summer cabin, all the bloody crocheting I've done last six months, the fact that I've watched six, yes six, seasons of Dexter during the last three weeks, also the first season of Girls, brilliant series that one, love it, but man! I'm having Dexter abstinences, it's really fucking hard going from several episodes a day to nothing, nothing! Fucking hell, that is one sexy serial killer, the catharsis when he sticks his knife in (yeah, no euphemisms here...), well.

Listening to A Hazy Shade of Winter for the sixth time in a row now, been picking and choosing pictures all night, but for this time all you'll get is what I had for dessert: Ice cream and strawberries and coffee. The strawberries had started to mould on the counter. Yum yum.

More coming tomorrow! I promise, I think...