Machine Gun Punky

I was out on the town with some colleagues this weekend. Got into an argument with one of the guys in the group who'd obviously read "The Game" by Neil Strauss, a book that supposedly teaches men how to become pick-up artists.

At first it was kinda fun, but he soon became more and more annoying. So I started talking back. I'm used to being the only woman in a group of guys (hello Saint 21 crew!) and am known for being able to hold my own. I enjoy debating and throwing comments back and forth, it's a challenge of wits and quick thinking.
Most of the guys I am around give as good as they get, and when it gets too much we just laugh it of and admit defeat or buy the other person a drink.

But Mr Annoying just threw out comment after comment and didn't follow through, so time after time I shot him down. Much to the delight of his colleague and his friend.
But I didn't do it all on my own. I had plenty of support and two great sidekicks in K and Sandrina.
Anyway, at one point Mr Annoying tried to insult me by calling me a machine gun. I took it as a compliment, even if I consider myself more of a sharpshooter.
It wasn't me who looked like a goldfish on dry land by the end of the evening.

Road trip to Jokers

Why do I feel hung over when I've been sober all week? Because I went on a last-minute trip to Jokers this weekend. Didn't get much sleep but had a lot of fun.

The HepCat crew worked hard all weekend and sold a lot of clothes, hats, magazines and records. I took some great photos, went for a ride in Magnus' hot rod and almost got thrown in some icky-looking water.
Rob earned a black belt in networking and the weather was fabulous.

Pictures are on their way... as soon as I've done some more sleeping.

Ah, sunshine on the balcony, a cup of tea and a book. What a way to chill after a hard day of work and fighting for a seat on the train.

The sun does funny things to my taste in music. During the past few days the likes of AFI, VNV Nation and Placebo have been replaced by Groovie Ghoulies, 20belows and A New Found Glory.

I have dug out my old sunglasses, my flip flops and worn my leather jacket for the first time this year. I'm even rocking a miniskirt today.

The song that really makes me smile right now is "Spanish Fever" by Chixdiggit. Singer/guitarist KJ Jansen is probably the most charismatic front man in pop punk. I hope they'll come back to Sweden next time they go on tour.
No go listen to them on youtube or myspace! And if you like what you hear, buy a cd.