Sleepwalking my way through life: Elisabeth highjack's a blog ++ dirty confessions



Elisabeth highjack's a blog ++ dirty confessions

Dear Flumpy

How are you? Everything mighty good and spongy? Glad to hear it. Is this thing working? Am I really guestblogging for Joe? It feels a bit strange, writing for the person you have read for about a year and stalked via MSN, emails and comment spot. This would be the time for you, the reader to think "Elisabeth is not very well preserved" (like pickles). Well, jolly good; I want you to think that, that's the charm. What charm that is I have NO idea, its just charm. Bundled up in the corner somewhere talking about that heathen TV show with Witches with demonboyfriends and babies being all magical. That's charm for you dear reader (now called Flumpy), and I'm in it.

Anywaaay, I have no idea what I am writing, Flumpy. I think I was supposed to write about Joe and Kiwiqueen being in Norway and us smothering his face with avocado, but then you got me babbling about this charm think and now you've just ruined it. I shall not forgive you, go wallop up in tuna or something.

Did you know that in one day we've had 4 seasons of weather here? Sun, Snow, Rain and Wind. One for each season plus plus. I hate it. I HATE it. I do not like to take my coat on because of the heat, then take if of because its so frigging cold and my glasses are so we and covered with rain and now my hair is all messy!!!!!1111 and so on. I hate it, they like it. This crazy stalking Scotsman likes the weather, the fjords, the hills (are alive with music ha ha ha), the little houses on tiny islands etc. The kiwieating "take it easy" girl is also adapting the Norwegian sleeping habits which warms my heart and all that jazz.

So Flumpy sweetie, is this scary you think? 3 bloggers who (almost) have never met, suddenly travels over boarders and painting each others faces with green goo and drinks coffee from a vending machine? Is that scary? Psssh. This is 2007, deary, not 1992.

Im off now, I am not good at writing to my Teddybear; so I'll just live you here, filled with questions about dirty confessions and the rumoured highjacking. I know, I am evil. Just ask Joe.

Toodles! Love ya my lovely sugarpie honeybunch coffeecanoodle!

XxXX
Elisabeth Ice Cream, oh yeah.
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