I'm Swedish. My knockers are not huge.

ONE.
I'm an apologetic hypocrite, and I'm sorry for spending the past few weeks being happy instead of being stressed out. I will stop that nonsense immediately.

TWO.
My dentist wants to pass on the removal of the metal plates that are cutting up the inside of my mouth to an orthodontist I do not have because my four wisdom teeth are coming up the wrong way and pushing all my other teeth out of whack.
The moral of the story is that ignorance is bliss.

THREE.
Twilight is a book lover's guide to suicide.

FOUR.
My confidence is held together by duct tape and safety pins.
This just means that it shimmers prettily in the sun.

FIVE.
It's too hot for comfort.

SIX.
At least I finally went through the 200+ messages that accumulated over the past few weeks while I was too overjoyed to be home to boot up my computer.

SEVEN.
I'm in love with red umbrellas.

EIGHT.
I almost have 10k pageviews. This makes me feel bad for not uploading anything for an eternity and more.

IN CLOSING:
"Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything;

that's how the light gets in." [Leonard Cohen - "Anthem"]