polexia
always been barely alive
well let me tell you all about my GREAT sunday...
i got up at 2.30am to go to work. i deliver newspapers in Oslo. i eat, i get dressed, me and my boyf goes out to work. we split the news papers, and i walk in to this circle of buildings that i deliver to and it's all fine until i walk up yto the last two doors, there i see a bird STUCK in the door... and i think it's acually half on the inside and half on the outside, and i look at it, and panic. it's stearing STREAIGHT a head. and it looks dead... so i freak and i run to find my Boyf. i find him and bring him back with me and i get him to have a look at the bird... he does and then he tells me: IT*S NOT DEAD. i freak even more: poor bird, half crushed and still alive... until i saw it i was standing there with tears in my eyes, and then i see it, and it's so adorable, and it wasn't half crushed, cause it was alot smaler then i thought... it only had it's tail in the door... the poor thing was limping around with a broken wing and a broken leg...
later my boy friend calls and he tells me that he acsidentaly killed a baby bird... a very smal one that was lying in the street.. he had been looking into this book we use when we deliver papers, which tells us who to deliver too and he hadn't seen it.. so he was VERY upset with the whole incuident(sp?)
at 11pm when i was helping my boyf with his 4th rute and we where in down town Oslo, and we where delivering in this department store... and my boyf is delivering in this starecase, wher this very druged man sits, so i didn't want to force the mann of the steps so i choose to look into a flowerstore window... then a man on a motorcycle rides up to me and he askes me if the departmentstore is open on sundays and i tell him that "No it's not". and then he skes me if "i'm from Kosovo or albania... or from some other balkan country.." and i tell him "NO i'm norwegian". and then he asks if i like born and raised here and then i tell him "yes i'm born and raised..."
then i knew that he was going to ask if my parents were from norway, so when he started asking i cut him of and told him that "i'm norwegian, both my parents and all my grand parents are norwegian... so yes, i do belive i am norwegian." then he started to tell me that he had met a girl last summer who was from kosovo and who looked like me... then we said our good buys, i looked in the window, he tried to start huis bike, it wouldn't then he tried again and it wouldn't start, then he sad something to me , whcih i only got parts of, and i started to feel really creeped out, and i had this REALLY bad feeling in my gut....
the pices i got was: if your over 18, and bla bla want to try modeling bla bla bla.... my feelings was that "oh my god he wants me to be a prostitue(sp?)"
and i wasn't that far off:
he gave me a card that said: Money?
sometimes, i need a girl to model for me, on photo, for private use. so if you want to and have the time, and is over 18 you can send an SMS to this number********
i didn't read the card when he gave it to me i just looked at him with a half pissed of and half what the Heck to i care look and then i threw the card doen into the papercart.
well not everyone reading this might know why i was upset over this, so i'll just say my view of what that card says...
it says that if you want to make some was money, come and pose nude for me, on some photos that i say will be for private use, but they MIGHT end up on the internett... and if they really are for private use... some guy or guys will do what guys tend to do to the pictures of naked girls... and that's the sorta person you look like to be... a hore... a person for sale...
it was just So very insulting...
frist off: even if i was born in koovo, or if my parents were born there.. i would still be a norweigan as long as i was ether born here my self or had a citesen ship...
and he was just so strange in the way he talked.. he was nervous(sp?) in a way the whole time...
and i was standing there wearing my work clothes: sweats. an ofit i wear EVEY night at work...
thank you for reading! i just needed to share this with someone.... cause it's bothering me....
i got up at 2.30am to go to work. i deliver newspapers in Oslo. i eat, i get dressed, me and my boyf goes out to work. we split the news papers, and i walk in to this circle of buildings that i deliver to and it's all fine until i walk up yto the last two doors, there i see a bird STUCK in the door... and i think it's acually half on the inside and half on the outside, and i look at it, and panic. it's stearing STREAIGHT a head. and it looks dead... so i freak and i run to find my Boyf. i find him and bring him back with me and i get him to have a look at the bird... he does and then he tells me: IT*S NOT DEAD. i freak even more: poor bird, half crushed and still alive... until i saw it i was standing there with tears in my eyes, and then i see it, and it's so adorable, and it wasn't half crushed, cause it was alot smaler then i thought... it only had it's tail in the door... the poor thing was limping around with a broken wing and a broken leg...
later my boy friend calls and he tells me that he acsidentaly killed a baby bird... a very smal one that was lying in the street.. he had been looking into this book we use when we deliver papers, which tells us who to deliver too and he hadn't seen it.. so he was VERY upset with the whole incuident(sp?)
at 11pm when i was helping my boyf with his 4th rute and we where in down town Oslo, and we where delivering in this department store... and my boyf is delivering in this starecase, wher this very druged man sits, so i didn't want to force the mann of the steps so i choose to look into a flowerstore window... then a man on a motorcycle rides up to me and he askes me if the departmentstore is open on sundays and i tell him that "No it's not". and then he skes me if "i'm from Kosovo or albania... or from some other balkan country.." and i tell him "NO i'm norwegian". and then he asks if i like born and raised here and then i tell him "yes i'm born and raised..."
then i knew that he was going to ask if my parents were from norway, so when he started asking i cut him of and told him that "i'm norwegian, both my parents and all my grand parents are norwegian... so yes, i do belive i am norwegian." then he started to tell me that he had met a girl last summer who was from kosovo and who looked like me... then we said our good buys, i looked in the window, he tried to start huis bike, it wouldn't then he tried again and it wouldn't start, then he sad something to me , whcih i only got parts of, and i started to feel really creeped out, and i had this REALLY bad feeling in my gut....
the pices i got was: if your over 18, and bla bla want to try modeling bla bla bla.... my feelings was that "oh my god he wants me to be a prostitue(sp?)"
and i wasn't that far off:
he gave me a card that said: Money?
sometimes, i need a girl to model for me, on photo, for private use. so if you want to and have the time, and is over 18 you can send an SMS to this number********
i didn't read the card when he gave it to me i just looked at him with a half pissed of and half what the Heck to i care look and then i threw the card doen into the papercart.
well not everyone reading this might know why i was upset over this, so i'll just say my view of what that card says...
it says that if you want to make some was money, come and pose nude for me, on some photos that i say will be for private use, but they MIGHT end up on the internett... and if they really are for private use... some guy or guys will do what guys tend to do to the pictures of naked girls... and that's the sorta person you look like to be... a hore... a person for sale...
it was just So very insulting...
frist off: even if i was born in koovo, or if my parents were born there.. i would still be a norweigan as long as i was ether born here my self or had a citesen ship...
and he was just so strange in the way he talked.. he was nervous(sp?) in a way the whole time...
and i was standing there wearing my work clothes: sweats. an ofit i wear EVEY night at work...
thank you for reading! i just needed to share this with someone.... cause it's bothering me....
