Just earlier I was thinking that, you know, maybe I would after all like to have children. I mean… Maybe I will after all decide that pregnany might be tolerable, if I have a chance to extend my Family…

I mean… I love my Family. And it’s already quite big - but here I am thinking that it could never be too big.

But then, I am watching this Scarlett (1994) mini TV-series, and at the end of episode 1.2 there’s this birth-giving scene, where the baby is CUT OUT! The Stomach IS CUT OPEN! FOR THE FUCK OF IT. AND YES ! I know it’s the 19th century only, ideally, but still!

It’s like two ends of a scale… it never settles. One time one weights more than the other end, and then other time the other weights more.

Pff!

Alright. Off to watching Episode 1.3 - Who cares about sleep, huh?



But what difference does it make whom you marry? So long as he’s a Southerner and thinks like you.
Gerald O’Hara (via sweetasahoneybeehive)

SWEDEN !!!!!!!!!! FUCKING YEAH!!!!!!!!! MYCKET BRA! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!

I still don’t like Mr Lordi, even though he is funny.

Oh well.. I will try to see through the bad memories! :D



You know, voting is perhaps the best part about eurovision. Sort of.

So exciting!



Gotta love the love Swedish receives tonight!

+ the occasional love for Estonia! :D



Reet! Shush! It’s quite too late to be yelling with excitement like this! :O

10 points to Estonia!

Me: Wooooooooooow!

12 points to Sweden!

Me: YES! Thank you!



Every time Sweden gets 8 or more points, I am woo-hoo’ing and clapping! Or every time Sweden gets more points than Russia!

Thank god I am alone. Otherwise I might have to be quieter. Not so loud.

But! Sweden!Sweden!Sweden!Sweden!

Even though only half the countries have voted…. I hope there won’t be some unpleasant surprises !