Blogthings and Anna

Me my family went to the medeaval market in Visby on Sunday, and afterwards we went for a fika. I ordered a coke and it said "dela en coke med Anna". It crinched a bit in my gut, realising I literally was sharing it with someone called Anna. The voice in my head, my prodical sister, the girl sharing my body, the parasite in my brain, my split personality, invisible friend - or whatever you wanna call her. She has many names, including bitch, whore, cunt, annoying little piece of shit, what do I call you? "I don't remember. Most of it just goes unnoticed. Well, first I notice it, then I unnotice it." Well put.

You Are Firefox

Many people have tried to tame you, but so far no one has succeeded. You can't be broken. You believe in originality and tolerance. You think the world needs more diversity, not less. You're the perfect combination of uniqueness and quality. You're able to relate to all sorts of people. You have no desire to lead or follow. Anyone is welcome to join you on your journey for a while.

What Web Browser Are You?

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