Michael Jackson passed away.

It’s so unreal… like the easter bunny dying. If the easterbunny made really awesome music…

Killer snails at large!

So last week I’m prancing down the street in the rain, when suddenly I slip on something, and slide along the sidewalk.

I look back, and literally ten feet of sidewalk is smeared with remnants of something slimey. I look under my boot, and what do I find? A fucking snail! And I like snails, I think they’re cute. But I don’t like snails who lurk in bushes and zoom out in front of me in vain attempt to become very small skate as I walk by.

On the upside though, it was a Spanish slug, which in Denmark are called killer snails (way cooler name, right?), so I didn’t feel too bad about it (also killer snail trying to trip me? totally living up to his name or at least trying to). There’s nothing worse than stepping on something, and hear tell tale crushing noise of snails previous home now reduced to debris, and sad homeless snail weeping on the sidewalk (might be getting carried away a bit now).

Another upside? I didn’t fall and decapitate myself , which maybe means, I’m becoming more graceful or lucky. I’m crossing my fingers for lucky.

Some one killed Bill.

So apparently there are a lot of interesting theories surfacing as to David Carradines recent (and tragic) death.

Is it too early to make jokes about the 5 point palm exploding heart technique? Probably.

Eat your heart out if you don’t understand Danish.

Because this is hilarious.

Baz Luhrmann was right!

Just had a couple of perfect summer days. I got up, took one look out of the window, and immediately proceeded to slather sunscreen on, then put on my bikini.

“THEN, put on my bikini”, baaaaaaad idea. Always put your bikini on first, cause chances are, that you’re underwear and bikini won’t be the exact same cut, and subsequently you’ll get fried, FRIED I tell you.

Am hiddeously red in several places, including underneath and between boobs, and all way around crotch. Which is why I’m wearing SPF 50 today, even though I’m at work, at probably won’t flash anyone (of course, you never know).

Take the sound advice of Baz Luhrmann, Wear Sunscreen.