Fuck me. I agreed to something last night. Under the premise of being hated and a free beer, I said yes to being chairman of SFF—the fanzine-bulk-mailing-thing we got going here. This is so wrong on so many levels. So horribly wrong.

Damn you Johan, Sten, Åka, Ante and probably one or two more people.

Comments

1. Gonna be in charge, eh. Be takin’ some responsibility, then? Loo-sah!
   — Boo    (@ 2. February 2005, 11:25)
2. Go clean your room!
   
   Res-ponsa-bil-et-ey? Eh, and I thought that you knew me.
   — Nicklas    (@ 2. February 2005, 11:30)
3. You need to take control of your drinking, boy! Look at me—how much I ever drink, I’ll never accept any job (or any other offer I might get; when I’m boozing, leave me the fuck alone).
   
   Well, look at the bright side—at least you have gotten your first “real” job. At age 27 that’s fucking tragic. However, it’s less tragic then age 28. And way, way less then age 29.
   — Tommy    (@ 2. February 2005, 11:35)
4. Tommy: which is why they don’t ask you anymore, but just hand it over to you and then they run away. They run far as you cry and moan. I at least have the “I was drunk at the time”-defence.
   — Nicklas    (@ 2. February 2005, 11:55)
5. Bara ett år, Nicklas, bara ett år. ;-)
   — Johan    (@ 2. February 2005, 14:55)

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