Já....

Mikið andskoti var gaman í gær..
ég fór á fyllerý og svona... datt í það og rakst á Benelux, litlabróður hans Zatos.... merkilegt.. enduðum á því að taka smá djammsessíon heima hjá honum.. sem var gaman..
ég fékk þær fréttir áðan að ég myndi missa af bæið Bonnie Prince Billy og Queens of the Stone Age... sem er rosalega pirrandi...alltsaman vegna þess að ég þarf að fara með litlafrænda á sunnudeginum, útaf því að hann fékk ekki frí á mánudeginum..
sem og sökkar..
ef einhver á flugmiða til baka á mánudeginum en þarf að vera kominn til baka á sunnudegi, má sá hinn sami láta mig vita og býtta við mig....

garg!!

Rétt að vona....

Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well the music plays and you display
your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you
calling out for me
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown,
take that frown and break it,
Before the evening's gone away,
I think that we could make it,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well the night does funny things inside a man
These old tom-cat feelings you don't understand,
Well I turn around to look at you,
you light a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum one,
but we've never met,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

I can see that you are lonesome just like me,
and it being late, you'd like some some company,
Well I turn around to look at you,
and you look back at me,
The guy you're with has up and split,
the chair next to you's free,
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.

Now it's closing time, the music's fading out
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Well I turn around to look at you,
you're nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face,
guess I'll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you.

(I hope that i dont fall in love with you/Closing time/Tom Waits)

með kveðju til allra kvenna í lífi mínu /with regards to all the women in my life
TIl hamingju með Gærdaginn/Happy womas lib day(yesteday)
E.

Djöfulsins

Lögmál Murphys: ef eitthvað getur farið úrskeiðis, þá mun það fara útskeiðis.

75%líkur voru ekki nóg.. Mummi og Blanco rifust um þetta heildar mál þartil að það var alveg tekið fyrir þetta...
ég verð semsagt ekki í útvarpinu næstu viku...
:P
shit happens

tja..

eins og einhverjum ætti að skiljast þá er ég kominn á kjötmarkaðinn aftur... merkilegt, eru allar stúlkur sem ég legg lag mitt við svona rótlausar?
ég veit ekki.. mér líður oft eins og einhverjum sveitapeyja á ástandsárunum.. þetta er ekki að gera sig alveg.

aðdáendur takið eftir!!
ég verð mjög líklega (ekki 100% ennþá, tja.. 75%samt) að leysa af í þættinum óskalög sjúklinga á Radíó Reykjavík (104,5fm) næstu viku.. þannig að allir sem eyra geta valdið ættu að hlusta...

ég hef ekkert mikið að segja þessa dagana..

tja..
ekki hingað allavega..

tékkið á mér á Radío RvK á 104.5 í næstu viku, það er að segja ef ég verð þar

ég er farinn á fyllerí

æiæi... oohh... aftur

So long Marianne

Come over to the window, my little darling,
I'd like to try to read your palm.
I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy
before I let you take me home.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Well you know that I love to live with you,
but you make me forget so very much.
I forget to pray for the angels
and then the angels forget to pray for us.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

We met when we were almost young
deep in the green lilac park.
You held on to me like I was a crucifix,
as we went kneeling through the dark.

Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

Your letters they all say that you're beside me now.
Then why do I feel alone?
I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web
is fastening my ankle to a stone.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

For now I need your hidden love.
I'm cold as a new razor blade.
You left when I told you I was curious,
I never said that I was brave.

Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

Oh, you are really such a pretty one.
I see you've gone and changed your name again.
And just when I climbed this whole mountainside,
to wash my eyelids in the rain!

Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

(L.Cohen)