It started to rain. Most people see this as something bad, something that should be avoided. Hogwarts I say—even though I probably mean hogwash, well, whichever—rain is nice. No, better than nice. It makes me feel alive and happy. Unfortunately, when you leave your dust jacket at home and rain starts pouring down your neck, you seek cover. My cover was the UEB because I was on my way to the bus. It’s on the same street. So at first, instead of getting even more wet I was mainlining books. But doing that when you got some zorkmids on the account is quite okay, you don’t drool all over the covers.

The bus was still there to be taken though, I had to go out there but with my luck it had calmed down a bit. It still rained, the pleasant rain that one can stand in for hours and just jump in the water puddles forming around your feet. It was nice, but the walk home from the bus stop? Man, never been that happy for at least a week or two. Proper rain is not appreciated enough.

Comments

1. I like rain to. When it rains like crazy and everybody goes inside, I put on my raincoat and walk the streets. The air is clean. The sound when rain hits my plastic raincoat. I pretend that I’m in Vietnam, passing suburban houses and screaming “Charlies in the trees!”. Also, I can sit on my balcony and enjoy the fresh air and the calming sound. Preferly with a cup of coffee and the latest issue of Sweden Rock Magazine. Yes. Rain good. Hot sunny days with sweat and horrible air, bad.
   — Tommy    (@ 4. May 2004, 08:00)
2. Raincoat? That’s cheating. Now naked, that’s something else. Dancing naked in the streets on a rainy summer night, like a Gene Kelly with mental problem, is what I call living.
   
   “I’m singing in the rain / Just singing in the rain / What a glorious feelin’ / I’m happy again”
   
   * keeps humming the tune for a while *
   — Boo    (@ 4. May 2004, 11:55)
3. A naked Boo, dancing like Gene Kelly and singing in the rain? What? A naked Boo, singing in the rain? What?! A naked Boo?! WHAT?!
   
   Dude, I’m not going to fall asleep for years. Jesus Christ. Those pictures will hunt my dreams for eternity. You horrible horrible little man.
   — Tommy    (@ 4. May 2004, 15:49)
4. Tommy: So what you’re really saying, is that you have a secret crush on me, but since you don’t want anybody to know, you try to explain it away with a little white lie of insomnianess? That’s so sweet!
   — Boo    (@ 4. May 2004, 15:57)
5. Finally a subject matter where Tommy and I can agree. Naked Boo: bad, mmmkey?
   — Ola    (@ 4. May 2004, 16:42)
6. Ola: Stop denying your love for me, I know you want me real bad. Like one of those nifty popsongs. Actually, I do think it borders on stalking, but since I find that kind of hot, I’m okay with it.
   — Sexy Boo    (@ 4. May 2004, 16:51)
7. Nicklas: LINK YOU FUCKING LOGOTYPE TO THE FUCKING HOMEPAGE, YOU GOD FORSAKEN PILE OF SHIT!
   — Tommy    (@ 5. May 2004, 16:35)
8. I thought I had done that already but it turned out that was only on the archive-template. And you know, if you press the caps lock one more time, it will return to default. Nifty huh?
   — Nicklas    (@ 5. May 2004, 17:04)
9. Sexy Boo: Thanks for keeping me awake at night. Is it that obvious?
   — Ola    (@ 5. May 2004, 17:52)
10. NICKLAS: SHIT! YOU WERE RIGHT! IT’S LIKE DOING SILLY FACES TOO MUCH – YOUR FACE GET STUCK IN THAT POSITION. LIKE YOUR BROTHER. DAMMIT! HOW AM I GOING TO WRITE ARTICLES NOW? I’M GONNA GET FIRED!
    — Tommy    (@ 6. May 2004, 08:32)
11. TommY: It´s like that song by Metallica. Fight fired with fired.
    — Ola    (@ 6. May 2004, 12:08)
12. Ola: I thought that was the Donald Trump cover?
    — Nicklas    (@ 6. May 2004, 16:32)
13. Nicklas: Pardon me, but I´m talking with Tommy.
    — Ola    (@ 7. May 2004, 13:02)

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