Inspired by this homepage, I finally, finally found my true calling. Screw business, screw marketing, screw statistics... I'm gonna be a coffee artist! Here are my first pieces, from my decaf period.


Think positive!


Don't think negativ!


Roadkill.


Self portrait.

I'm gonna be a star.

I just had a friend visiting and he gave me the probably bestest shirt in the world as a gift.


Jägermeister!


I'm officially cool now.


Hirsch.

Jägermeister... it's good.

... you've been wondering what's going on on my zonk lately, let me re-post Jonnie's blog entry from may 21:

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When one zonkboard is not enough
Get the Big Picture over at The Internet Message Service

It's exactly like being in another dimension.
Reading just one single zonkboard on one single blog will never make sense again, it will simply result in gibberish.



Give props to boz's creative genius, my technical genius, and Sandralein's support genius.

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Yeah, I'm a support genius.

P.S.: The zonk-o-rama link on the right side also leads you to this wonderworld of communication.

Yes, he does. Look what I found in my birthday package from him (among other wonderful gifts):


I love Chester Cheetah.

Crunchy Cheetos - Flamin' hot. They're not available in Germany, probably because 3 out of 4 artificial colorings used in them are deemed toxic and thus verboten in Germany. But that's just a wild guess.



Cheeto fingers

However, I am addicted. ADDICTED. And it's really bad to be addicted to something that is simply not available in your country.

D'uh... what was the point again I was going to make with this post?! Oh yes... Flamin Hot Cheetos, they're good.

psssttt... kitty, wake up, it's my birthday. Kitty? It's my birthday! Kitty, kitty, wake up...



Kitty?!
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEEEE UUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!



There you go! Sorry if I scared you but it's my birthday and everybody should celebrate, man and beast.

Well, SOMEBODY has to celebrate, because I don't. I can't be with my family or my boyfriend today, so there'll be no celebrations.

However, it's just a little after noon and I already got some kickass gifts and many birthday wishes - THANK YOU to everybody who thought of me so far.

My mom had a wonderful bouquet of flowers delivered to my apartment:



Oh, the beautiful pink of the flowers doesn't show on this webcam pic...



Better.

So, I'm 27 now. Though I wonder if I can be 27 when I was never 26. When asked about my age, I always said 25 and I didn't even feel I was lying. I really thought I was 25. That better not be an early stage of dementia.

Oh well, I'm happy to be 27 because this will be a great age for me (hopefully, that is). If everything works out as planned, I'll relocate to the States while I'm 27 and will be able to finally start living in a "normal" relationship with my Jonnielein. But it'll also be a busy busy year... and an expensive year!

Ah, I'm gonna run out now and get me a piece of cake... no birthday without cake. Mmmmmhhhhh.... cake.

So, I'm either going seriously insane or I have a really weird child in my neighborhood. I have a slight tendency to the latter, but d'uh, I'm really not sure.

It all started some 2 weeks ago, when she (4 or 5 years old) played picnic right in front of my window (I live on the ground floor). At first she was quite a normal kid, singing and playing with dolls, but all of a sudden, she started singing "Daddy will be gone soon. Daddy will be gone soon. DADDY WILL BE GONE SOON.". Over and over again. And yeah, then she felt the need to get rid of her pants. "Daddy will be gone soon. Daddy will be gone soon.". I went away from the window to look for my camera, I wanted to take a picture of her. I returned and there she was, with her father, standing RIGHT in front of my window, staring at me. Both were staring at me, no smile, nothing. Staring. OK, I didn't want to be the weird woman that takes pictures of weird naked kids, so I went away again. Returning after some 3 or 4 minutes, they were both gone, but left the kid's picnic blanket and an unidentifieable (and probably evil) toy outside.


the toy: artificial heart or bird-shaped bong?


A couple of days later, the picnic blanket still in front of my window, the kid returned. She hopped around and danced around the trees and bushes in our backyard. Then she started screaming really loud "Oh, I love green! It's so green here! I love the green trees! I love the green bushes! I love the green grass! Green, green, everywhere!". Pause. "Daddy? DAADDYYYY!!!!! It is dying! Daddy, help! It is dying! The trees - dying! The bushes - dying! The grass - dying! It's all dying, daddy! Daddy come quick and help, it's dying!". Pause. "Lalalalalala. Teeheehee. Lalalala.".

That was about a week ago.

Today, the girl returned.

She stood right in front of my window and was singing, really joyfully: "I'm afraid, I'm so afraid. Lalala. Sooo afraid. Lalala. Teeheehee. So afraid, daddy.".

What the... ?!

I'll do my best to take a photo of her in the next days, but boz and AmyJo already suggested that she probably won't appear on the picture anyway.

Ahh.