I've noticed that the amount of people voting me a moron is disproportionately high. Is it something I said? Vote, my friends and vote well!

I'll admit, I'm feeling very violent these days. It's hot, it's humid and I don't like people. And I especially don't like people who don't RESPECT MY SPACE. Which is the case especially with Polish or Russian immigrants who seem to think they'll get closer to the register if they STAND REALLY CLOSE TO ME and BREATHE ON THE BACK OF MY HEAD. In those cases it can happen that I accidently move an arm backwards. And is it my fault that they happen to stand with their noses in my ellbow? It can also happen that I accidently push THEIR SHOPPING CART, BECAUSE IT IS TOUCHING MY BUTT. And sometimes a girl has to MOVE her butt, everybody knows that. Sorry the cart got you right in the stomache, poor deprived Russian Immigrant.
If I don't dream of George Bush et.al. I'll be better tomorrow. I'm sure.

I think the biggest problems I'm facing are my dreams. I keep dreaming of American presidents. Thoigh never of G.W. Bush, so far. *knocks on wood* Still, very disturbing.

There is another poll:
Read the article and decide if it's for real.

It's strange. I've spent many weeks now in idyllic German towns with castles and such and felt inspired, I mean , really, they are quite beautiful. Like this:

But something must have happened in my head, when I tried to capture the beauty....
Here's what I did this summer

I was practically forced ....
to take one of those very reliable online IQ tests.
That means: It's time for a NEW POLL!

I wrote a poem today. Quickly.
It's about roses.

Pring pring pring

Brautliches kraut staatliche Pracht

teuer teuer teuer fremd

prang prang prang



bloing bloing bloing

mannige Falten grunzen im innern

Die Grunzen sind gekn�llt

Sch�n sch�n sch�n



Pfl�cker streuen Bl�tter

Heuer pfl�gen netter

Dorn im Auge um Auge und Zahn um Zahn.

Krautsamer Graus.