This immigration-moving-thing we’re doing is proving to be a total pain in the ass and I am relying on family/friends heavily to get through it. I couldn’t be doing this without help. In less than a weeks time I will be back in America with my parentals. Haven’t lived there in 5 years so it…Read more »
There is a pupper I live with named Rappo. This pupper is a an awesomely cute pup. Here is a picture of cute puppers: Unfortunately no Norwegian person will call a dog, pupper. You should probably stop using the word pupper. It means boobs.
Despite airport security thinking my insulin pump was a bomb in Chicago, not being able to bring my black cat with due to a bunch of bullshit papers, and being tired out of my mind- we are safe in Norway. As for my black kitty, Stoner, my fears happened AGAIN. He did not have what…Read more »
In case you guys are wondering how eating for gastroparesis with also being type 1 diabetic is going. . . it’s like this: (. . . . in other words WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING? )
Seems that now that I am following my dreams people got something to say about it. Others have tried to guilt me, claim I’m ignorant or stupid about the world. They claim I don’t know what I am doing. Some even got angry. This girl is not gonna let fears or anything stop her. I…Read more »
Thank you, IKEA for letting me at least look Swedish cheaply. Oh, great meatballs too. **Fun fact: I have a massive tattoo of Marimekko’s famous “Unikko” poppy print on my upper thigh. This is how much I love Scandinavian design.
Thank you, My lovely parent-in-laws for taking in my cats because they care about me.