Crackpotland.

You let me violate you

You let me desecrate you

You let me penetrate you

You let me complicate you

I broke apart my insides

I've got no soul to sell

The only thing that works for me

Help me get away from myself

I like crackpotland. It's a nice country. Inhabitants are happy and proud and they take matters into their own hands. They do what they have to do. I like to spend time here. I like to be happy and proud and I like to know that I'm capable of doing what needs to be done. I actually do have a plan with my life now. Step one is to sort it out. You know, pull my life together piece by piece and just sort it. So I checked driving schools. It went fine until I came to the pricelist and it somehow got very real. Not because of the money - that doesn't bother me - but just the whole thing with driving a car. I have no idea why it's freaking me out, but I just can't do it. It's like the diving-incident all over again. Creepy.
So I'm going to step two which I think is learning Dutch. Found a site with curse words and figured that as long as I know how to curse and greet people I'd be set for a while (http://www.youswear.com/ - not sure how reliable it is though). I already know 'dankjewel' which, even though I strongly believe so, does not mean the same as 'danskjävel' (Danish bastard), but 'thank you'. (Yes, I know - just weird.)
Step three would be to actually find out what I would like to work with. I mean, ink is nice and all, but I don't really feel like spending the rest of my life here. I suppose finding out which country I'd like to spend my days in would be in this step too.
The fourth and last step would be to sell my apartment and move to another country. Yeah... like that's ever gonna happen. It's usually most talk anyway.

You tear down my reason
It's your sex I can smell
You make me perfect
Help me become somebody else

I wonder what makes a person selfish. How long does it take to find out if someone is selfish or not? And do they know themselves? Are they actually aware of it? Hrm, maybe. Every now and then I wonder if I'm a selfish person. I don't really think I am. I think I care too much about how others feel to be selfish. That might just be me though. I might be selfish without knowing. Be a doll and tell me then, will you? (I know - I just wanted to use that expression.) Saves us both a lot of trouble. Then again... they say 'bad girls suck, good girls swallow' - I don't do either. Maybe I am selfish.

Through every forest
Above the trees
Within my stomach
Scraped off my knees
I drink the honey, inside your hive...
You are the reason I stay alive...

My life isn't bad. It's actually pretty damn good. But I know how to make it even better. Crackpotland is great!