Benrik diaries - I am hey... thy say!

It’s the Kings birthday Sunday.
Turning 60 the old bugger.
Apparently we - the people of Sweden all decided on giving him a portrait of himself.
No matter how hard I’ve tried I can’t recall when we all agreed on this.
Must be I didn’t attend that meeting. If I had I would have argued that we would give him portraits of each one of us instead.


I finally bought new jeans and during a meeting a made a 12 step-program on things to do in the future. (Both work and other. Meetings always inspire me to do stuff.)
After making that list I painted a fairly nice owl and pondered if I had my contact lenses in or not since everything became hazy for a couple of seconds. I took sight on something distant and concluded that they were there alright. And then I got right back into it again.

I got a letter from I. She’s in France. She asked me to come join her. “I’ve got a king-size bed,” she said.
Never been to Paris.
Want to go visit my beautiful model-friend for some party and random strollin’?
Hmm.
And for the record… getting in touch with her actually was on my to-do-list.

Yester night I coloured my hair.
Turned out REALLY red.
I’m waiting for someone to put me out.

Benrik diaries - Oil

So I meditated about a free Tibet today.
“Ouuhhmmm oil, give them oil, ouuhhmmm”

I figure the Buddhist monks need oil to get the rest of the world involved.
Oil and cars that go pretty fast.
That would give them a new sense of freedom.

Do you think that the monks themselves wish for oil. Or are they just meditating on how the rest of the world will reach enlightment one of these days.
And witch will happened first?


I guess that’s were we come in… the small but will-full Benrikan/Buddhist-army:
I realise I need to get myself some kind of weapon.

Benrik diaries - Sugar

Fundamentalist Buddhist week coming up.
Fits me like one hand in the pocket, while adjusting my hair with the other one.
Chill or die, moron!


Oh and I feel a need for a hit, a musical one to knock me off my feet.
Yes, I'm ready for a cheesy up-tempo summer-thing to come along to seriously make me question my taste.

I dream of something like "Hey ya" since I can't recall a better plague.
LEND ME SOME SUGAR, I AM YOUR NEIGHBOUR!

Benrik diaries - All day long I thought it was Monday

I’ve chewed on sorrow-crusts till I bled. Unable to make contact with the people I need to get in contact with in order to make the final decision final, about work. But things are looking bright.

To keep my mind away from it during easter-break I went to a Juri Gagarin pub.
First man in space… That’s something.
That’s like being last man on earth but backwards and statistically last man on earth will be a woman named Maria.

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For this benrik-week I’ve starting off playing God - bringing my old make-believe bunny-rabbit back to life. He used to accompany me on my travels in the backseat of my parents car, always jumping over the electrical poles by the road-side. Somehow that made travelling much more interesting for me as an 8-year old. ”Will he be able to jump this one too?” And he always did. (Up till I begun reading books while in the car and thereby started using other peoples imagination instead of my own.)
Now, will the bunny be able to make life as an almost 30-year old person more interesting?
I’m 97% doubtful.
By accident I'll probably kill him off within a couple of minutes.

And speaking of accidents the boyfriend gave me a black eye the other day. Pow!
Ouch!
That felt real.

Benrik diaries - How to get a million

Steve Martin once said:

How to get a million.
First get a million.

This task shouldn't be too hard.
Tricky part is how to spend a million wisely.

I know a millionaire. She hardly spends any money, she just holds on to it. But she laughs and thinks about her million, at least that's what I think she does. Maybe it makes her feel safe.
Sometimes she worries about it too.

Benrik diaries - Feet, heads and cats

I didn't step on anyones foot.
I got head-hunted.

Reminds me of "Alice in wonderland" when the queen shouts: Off with her head!
Do you remeber?

I always enjoyed the cheshire cats pranks and speaking of cats my friend called me this morning. She's got a new great dane puppy. Got it last friday. On Thuesday the puppy gets ill and they go to the hospital. On wednesday their cat delivers 2 kittens, they had no idea she was pregnant.
"I really can't keep them" she said and I thought "No shit Sherlock!" She sounded tired on the phone.

Well it's been a busy week and I haven't been able to keep track of other peoples feet, too busy keeping track of where I myself am going. Keeping in mind that the day after tomorrow is the third day of the rest of my life.