Oh Google

I just Googled myself.

Twisted? Weird? Shut up, we all have done that sometimes. Usually this is done when you are so bored you think you're about to go mad. That happens to me quite often.

It is funny to notice how the results have changed during the past couple of years. The last time I Googled myself I was about 19 years old. (Wow, where has the time gone?) Then the results weren't even about me. They were about other Anni's with the same disgustingly long last name, which you always have to spell to everyone. Frustrating! These other Anni-named people were teachers, athletes or other crap.

Now I actually found myself! After a few badly-written news stories in the Daily 49er (I apologize to all the editors) I actually found myself online! That was easy, considering I have wasted the last 23 or so years in search of true me. Excellent! Now I finally have time for my hobbies... Which I have none. Seriously, what the fuck actually is a "hobby"? Scrap-booking? Amateur pornography? Midget porn?

I DON'T HAVE ANY FUCKING HOBBIES! Yet. Maybe when I am retired.

I am going to by a Polaroid-camera, maybe that will bring me fame and glory... or at least a hobby. Plus I think Polaroid-cameras are awesome.

Try Googling yourselves, it really makes a difference.

P.S. Some irritating little dicks are having fun outside my building, it made me to think of this song. I love the band, too. Ignore the old and poor-quality video, just listen the lyrics.