Success is nothing you hunt for.
It's someting you attract with the person you become.
Do you know what I really like about today? No, of course you don't since I haven't told you yet. Today is Midsummer. (You know, our annual fuckfeast.) I love this holiday more than I love Christmas and with the risk of making this into something the Catholic church could be involved in - I remember the love I had for it when I was a child. We used to celebrate it with some friends at their house with the most wonderful garden. In said garden the adults put up a big table and on the table was all the glorious food. Oh, the food. The funny thing is that we eat pretty much the same things we do at Christmas, but there's just something special with sitting outside in the sun with friends instead of family. Oh, and for some reason we always have strawberries and every person eats them differently. I always grew up with adding just sugar to mine, some of my friends added cream, some whipped cream and some had milk. I never got the whole cream/milk-thing myself though. Of course, the thing I love the absolute most is the potato. A special kind of potato. We call it "new potato" (one word in my Swedish) and some call it "fresh potato" (also one word), but I'm not sure of the English word... Hrm, I have to get my dictionary and check. Ah, apparently it is "new potatoes". (In your face rest of Sweden! Ha! Yes, I'm 25...) You cook it with dill and it just tastes divine. Excuse me, I'm actually drifting away here into the world of potatoes.
On a complete sidenote (or well, maybe not complete) I really can't look through a dictionary in search for a word. I was searching for "dill" (which is the same as in Swedish apparently) and I just drifted into "dimridå" (smoke curtain) and "difteri" (diphtheria) and for a few seconds I had no idea which word I was looking for. Can you hire someone to just search the dictionary for you? I think I need that.
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