Those day dreams

I have a new pattern, at work. Not a very funny one. Somehow, my cash register always seem to diff. How is that possible? Some days, it's - nine crowns, the next it's 110 and the next it's 920. Thanks to my new pattern I now break out in sweat every time before it's time to count the register and I pray to God or Allah or Hobbes or Kant (forget our difficulties in the past, I didn't mean those things I said before) that it will match.
I shouldn't be dealing with this. I should be sitting in a sofa somewhere in Washington or NYC, next to Kofi Annan or Bai Ki Moon and discuss The UN:s next move. That's what I should do, when I'm not giving interviews where I talk about how hard it is to be a succesful young fredsmäklare in a krigsdrabbad world. And when Nobel's fredspris is handed out, unfortunately I cannot närvara, because I'm in the middle of solving that thing in Uzbekistan, or is it Tadjikistan or Kosovo or whatever (edit those details). But I'm giving my thank you speech from a big screen in Oslo's rådhus and even if it's a blurry picture everyone can see that I'm very tanned and it just happens to be on a good hair day.
Yep. That's what I should be doing, no doubt.

Lets kill em' all

I do it as good as I can.
Friday dinner with next door neighbour and she has no bike so she sits on the back of mine in storm and rain before we finally hit Debaser where some obscure band i supposed to be playing but before they hit the stage it's strange lounge music and soft porn movie projectors.
But I actually prefer that to band, pretentious depressing teenage pop and why does it all sound the same and after that they play more depressing teenage music that people are supposed to dance to and yes they do, some of the pretto-esteter with big hair and tartan skirts and leggings and ironic thick glasses do move, some weird sort of orangutang spasmic movement wich consists of legs wery close together and arms waving while eyes are closed. But then, everyone can dance as they like and who am I to judge and blah blah. But actually, I can judge, if I want, and my judgement is that the music sucks and the people are boring so within another half and hour I'm sitting on my bike again on the way home to my ghetto where I put on my music.
And that's the best I can.