six months. already. only.
went to the grave yesterday. couldn’t find it. since i had already lit the candle i was determined however to at least give it a shot. tried to put my steps so that i would walk on the stone edge of another grave i knew was there somewhere. it went pretty well, the snow only came up to my knees. then i took one wrong step and i was down to my waist.. i heard myself saying out loud satans jesus! and then i started laughing. in my head i heard the rest of the harangue …nu är han här igen de satane..
i mumbled something about it being a bit rude to swear like that in a grave yard, but dad wouldn’t hear it. in my head he continued explaining that things get done a lot easier if you swear a little. so i continued groaning about where the hell he is under all this f*ing white shit and decided to just put down my hand and hope for the best. i immediately found the stone and dad’s voice in my head grinned you see, it helped. i muttered jaja, fine, but i still don’t think it’s kosher to swear in a grave yard. and if someone would see me..
oh stop looking at the screen with that now-she’s-lost-it-face. i know you all talk to yourselves sometimes, i’m just gutsy enough to actually admit it 😉