You may be repressed but you're remarkably dressed
I left my MiniDisc player in Assens when I visited my parents last weekend, and therefor this weeks work has been somewhat less fun. Running up and down stairs, dropping of letters loses a lot of its glamour when you can't listen to Fountains of Wayne or Electric Six while doing so. And as a side effect I tend to get stupid songs on the brain when there's no other music around, and was there for humming "Shut you fucking face Uncle Fucker" all day today.
After work I went and got my hair cut, so short that it's actually more Franz Ferdinand-esque than Suedish... but it usually is right after and to my knowledge it grows out sooner or later....
This ugly fella just earned me 100 Dkr as he scored the fist goal in Brøndy-Barca. Good for him and good for me!