Something to remember...

... in one year from this date I'll take a look back at the small struggles we've encountered during our first time in the city of London:

Using a nailfile to open up our wine bottle at our hotel room / / / Living without a functioning fridge for the 1st month / / / Moving into a flat without electricity, broken shower, kitchen table, dishwasher and washing machine / / / Walking the streets of London, handing out beetween 100-200 CV's in a desperate need for a job / / / Driving several times from New Cross to Kilburn, getting lost on the way, and getting the to know the city a little bit more / / / Attending a trial day at Ripley's Believe It Or Not, convinced I'd get the job, then getting reality's blow in the face: a NO ( face it: you have to try 100 times to get a job) / / / Having to stay indoors because of the snow / / / Phoning my Norwegian bank a whole day just to get an overdraft on my debit card in order to be able to pay my rent / / / Eating cellery in a stupid attempt to quit smoking

Dear diary...

I've finally decided to do something as stupid as blogging.

And the most amusing thing about doing this;

is the thought that people will actually spend time reading my thoughts!

I don't mean to be rude.

It's the fact that everyone's whoring it out nowadays.

Anyway, it's an easy way to tell people about all the events in my life.

And it's an easy way to get off frustration and anger,

wich I'm not very good at expressing.

Since I'm 4 days from moving to London, I need to write it down:

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I have no place to live. I have no job. I have no whatsoever.

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Except my wonderful flatmate of course!

And once everything's settled,

and all the bits'n'pieces have fallen into places;

I shall look back at this one and laugh.

Really hard!