Tylzen's Thoughts

[…] I was born. It is 23 years ago since I came out and screamed. Fun to think of me as being in my early twenties. Getting older and people expect more maturity. One more year is equal to one more adventure as a student and a father.

It sort of feels like New Years eve, a time in year where you can make a lot of promises to yourself about what you want to achieve within this year.

Atleast I can promise myself the plan of today. Cleaning that is what I am going to spend the next couple of hours with. Especially when you’re awaiting your mother as a guest. I will refuse to get any comments about the state of my apartment. Hehe.

23 years passed several to go.

Take care!

You never know what you have got until you lose it. That is how I feel with my fridge. You probably have no clue how hard it is to live with decent food quality without a fridge.

I actually began considering salting my food as the old vikings did in the days of old. I had to soon abandon that idea when I tasted my first glass of salted milk. How the hell could the vikings live like that.

Anyway back to the story of the missing fridge, well it is not missing but it is non-functional. My parents who actually bought the fridge told the dealer that it was broke beyond repair. Result? I am getting a brand new fridge that is worth thrice the amount of that of my current one (if it had been working). It will arrive today at 6 – 7 PM by Parent-transport.

I know I am spoiled…

My living room is still empty (almost). It is okay because now I can practice on ballet. Couches, dinning tables, and various other furniture is overrated.

So stay tuned? I will update, and perhaps with a new video of mine on Youtube!

Remember to comment on how awesome I am.

/Tylle

The new chapter in my life has begun. My ex moved out yesterday. Half-full apartment on Saturday I will get my couch and dinning table. Which will help make the living room seem less empty.

The cherry on top of it all is that my brand new fridge is broken. All it can do is hum and that is it. I called the support center and they were like, “Gobshit! We do not have the spare parts home, but we can make it by Friday!” Horray I say and start considering alternative ways of conserving food.

So by Sunday I should be ready and loaded for awesomeness!

But at the moment I got a broken fridge and an almost empty livingroom.

Bond James Bond himself is bound to die… Double-oh-seven is also going to die!

How is the single life? Hmm let me come back to that in a few months.

Take care girls and boys.

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