Vampire

So don't be alarmed but I am kind off a vampire. I inherited this from my father. Pointing my finger at my father ended with my finger caught between his teeth far to often for me to forget. It was a game, exciting and fun. Would he catch my finger...? Surely I did awful things to get back at my father. Like making pony tails in his hair, or playing ¨shop¨ over and over again.

I feel horrible. My nose is runny and my throat burns every time I reenact a seal. But after two hours lying on the couch I felt liking doing something. So I decided to make our own bookshelf - tower. Off course with help from my loving husband who actually will end up doing it by himself. Being that, in the end, it still will be my idea when people ask about the creation. Anyway back to the whole vampire thing. I bit my husband. Yes. Apparently a little to hard. Now this wasn't the first time. And apparently he still doesn't enjoy it.

I sunk my teeth in his finger. The bite marks sadly proof it. The poor man had to work on our lovely bookshelf with a sore finger. The whole exciting vampire part would be the bite marks because sucking blood is something I haven't tried. Hmm. I kinda suck at being a vampire.


P.S Don't you love the bookshelf tower?

Crazy girl

So I am sending my first written words into space. Wishfully thinking it will find its way to your computer, your mind and your eyes. Whoever you will be. But it is weird. Writing to space. Maybe the words will endlessly float, alone, with no purpose what so ever, lost. Why would I choose to start a blog? To think smugly that people would want to read this thing about me. These things about me.

Ok, straightening my back, positioning my chair and screen, stretching my fingers and arms....Here I go. I can do this! People will like it! And if they don't? Well....then I'll just be the crazy confused girl wondering were my words do end up.