this is a shitty, shitty day, and spending another seven hours on this god damn boat with my parents will most certainly make it even worse. I swear, the second I come home and close my door behind me, I’ll… I’ll probably come a little.

we’re pretty much in Trosa now. Trosa is funny because it means “panty” in Swedish, and it just never gets old.

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no matter. this means we’ll be at home port in about a day. I’m so excited I’m but one great fear of my father’s wrath away from imploding. it’s high quality calf leather in here, ok?

OY! Poseidon or whatever! I am trying to indulge in blogs here, but your friggin’ waves keep making the boat roll from side to side so my chair slliiiides away from the computer. CUT IT!

are there rules for how much one can speak about their insides in a tumblog? because if not I’d just like to mention that I’m pretty sure my ovaries are now lost somwhere inside of my shoulders, because I don’t believe you can really grasp how much this boat jumps around.

I might have forgotten to tell you that I’ve left civilised life in order to help my dad drive his new boat up to Stockholm. this means pretty much no connectivity in general… you know, land, phones, internet, people, grocery stores… I’m so tired of beans.

it has been… nine days. NINE DAYS. I’m actually feeling things turning around today, and if not, so god help me, I will… tear my own stomach out and replace it with something nice, like a soft cuddly teddybear, and I’ll hug it while I slowly bleed to death in my bed because everything is better than this.

I told him he was going to be a father. then I laughed.

now it’s going to be very awkward when I realise I actually am pregnant, because that would be just my luck.

oh my god, was that a tiny and quickly passing hunger I felt? it was like a pinch, and it made me think about cinnamon rolls, so that should be hunger. that’s revolutionary. 

I would apologise for sucking ass and never writing anything, but I’m too busy feeling sorry for myself because I just won’t stop feeling ill. I mean, I even dared visit a pregnancy forum to get advice on how to cope with morning sickness, and those places are dangerous. cold milk, small dry biscuits, ginger tea - I’m all stocked up. and still nauseus, might I add.

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sweet mother of Jesus, I’m probably pregnant.

yesterday evening: learning how to play “Mad World” on the piano from the same chair. he’s mine. :)