Just another shit blog

I'm happy as shellfish right now. Strange expression that, I wonder if crustaceans generally are happier than other species? Anyway, I'm happy because I've spent the day looking at furnishings together with my lovely girlfriend. One of the best things with planning a home together with her is that we have basically the same taste. We both want to decorate in black and white (although I had to give in to her demand to add another color or two, I'd like to have it all in black and white, just like an old movie) and we both want to mix modern stuff with 50s and 60s furniture. Good thing she doesn't want lace everywhere, I'd have gone mad in a week.

This is the lamp that we'd like in our living room, but it's expensive as hell so it's on our Christmas wish list (>insert a hated winking smiley<).

99% of all blogs are shit, which is a bit surprising because only about 80% of the bloggers are crappy people. I know I write a shit blog, but I do it mainly as an exercise in English. Instead of reading about completely uniteresting things such as fashion or some stupid brat's diet, I'd like to read an interesting blog for a change. Imagine a starving African kid blogging about the hardships of everyday life, or a Sudan child soldier writing about the latest atrocities. Those are blogs that would serve a purpose, open up a few shut eyes or turning around some turned away faces. Too bad something as incorporeal as the Internet is the property of the privileged.