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So. What the Fuck. It’s midnight and I just woke up. On a Tuesday. I have like school and shit in thirteen hours. There’s no chance in hell I’ll be awake enough to go all the way in to Oslo. If anything I’ll fall asleep on the train and wake up in … Drammen. I have nightmares about waking up in Drammen.

Oh well, never mind that. Last Friday was an exciting one at thomasaj.com. We introduced The Friday Corner with Star Ranter Eirik “Xerox” Jensen. Each Friday he will post his interesting, user friendly, charming, witty and cozy rants about being a northerner living in Oslo. Unedited. Uncensored. It will be brutal. So, every Friday there will be a break from the usual whiny mcbitch rants of yours truly. Eirik owns the Fridays at Thomasaj.com. You have been warned. (if you have comments about The Friday Corner – but you do not dare to oppose the mighty “Xerox” – send me an email at thomas at thomasaj dot com)

Oh yeah, on the administrative side – I’ve added an RSS feed to the site. So whenever I (or Eirik) post something it will now automagically pop up in your RSS reader.

Last Friday we celebrated the first edition of TFC with some heavy duty gaming. You can see a big ass picture of Mr. Xerox in gaming mode here! (No, there’s no ass in the picture) We played some Army of Two and ate cupcakes made by SchiZo. It was pretty awesome, and we should do it again soon. Also on a gaming note – I’ve been playing the Call of Duty 4 campaign again. On the hardest difficulty this time around. It’s so fucking impossible I want to jam forks up the arse of every Infinity Ward employee. And their moms. Seriously, if I lose it and go bloody bananas on my bloody tv, 360, wall, window or girlfriend – I’m sending the receipt to them. Bloody wankers. >: (

Also, who would you rather fuck? Matt Damon or Ben Affleck? I’d say Matt Damon. Why? Well, if you squint (and are drunk to boot) Matt Damon might look a tad bit like me! So it would be like fucking myself. And who wouldn’t want to fuck themselves? Idiots. That’s who!

And just as a closing note. If you’re gonna go jogging in the middle of the road. In the middle of the night. YOU WEAR A REFLECTIVE VEST OR SOME KIND OF REFLECTING MATERIAL! I’ll drive over you next time, you retarded joggerman you..

Thomas out.
(Any swearing is me wanting to be Yahtzee. And it’s late. I shouldn’t be up.)