Love can no longer turn me on

Bringing fika back

Rather than longing for things that are not part of my life anymore, I either chose to forget them or plunder the best things and make them my own.

The barrage of smiles and handshakes accompanied by the inevitable "welcome back" elicits one of my predetermined token responses.  Either that or a long sigh and an awkward pause (for them).  How was the last year of your life?  Wait, don't answer that - I don't care.

Fear of the Dark awaits

Joel mentioned how Sweden would ruin coffee for me.  He was right.  Coffee is pretty good in Scandinavia.  Even the burnt crap from Restaurang White Shark that I would begrudgingly pay ten crowns for is better than most of the piss I drink here.  Coffee becomes pretty important to a straight-edge gap lifer such as myself.  First world problems.








Now it is raining outside and the cool breeze blowing in from the open window at my back feels almost comfortable.
New question:  If someone steals your identity, can you make up a new one?  Say "fuck it" to your credit history, student loans, car payment, child support, alimony, fears, etc. and become the person you were always afraid to be.  What would it take for you to let go?

Say hello to Max Power - the name you mustn't touch