Miðvikudagur, 09. júní 2004
I just don't know where to start. Let's see. I'm a single mother of two. My children are called Daughter 12 and Son 6. My daughter is named after her grandmother and my son is named after his great grandfather. They get picked on at school because of the names, but this is a tradition I wanted to keep alive and I'm sure they will too. My own parents were quite the rebels and named me Anna. They paid with their lives. Later I was told that if I would have been born a boy, my name would be Jon. Sounds like the toilet. Well.. I blog a lot about my toilet and tell quite interesting stories about what goes on in my bathroom.
I take baths three times a day and I spend hours constipating.
I'm thirty two years old and I work as a pencil pusher for a small company in Berlin. We sell pens. I'm actually doing this because no Icelanders can read english. None at all.. so I can tell a different story here. Here.. I can tell the truth and no one will ever know.
That feels kind of good.
I was born in Reykjavik on the 29th of August and so I'll be having a birthday this year. That will be different.
Because of my name, my parents were forced to live with strange circus folk out in the country and one winter all my relatives died in a storm when the circus tent was blown out to sea. I was saved because I was sleeping, curled up in the arms of Bastard, the polar bear. He raised me untill I was seven. Then I watched Bastard get killed by Greenpeace radicals when he was clubbing a baby seal for dinner. It was quite the trauma. For the seal.
Living with the Greenpeace radicals was fun. I learned how to make bombs, flyers and how to generally annoy people. I like starting little fires on my living room floor. Reminds me of my childhood. Does murder for the floorboards though and there is talk about having me evicted. But I'm just too cute and strange and people are afraid of me. I like that.
I have a tricycle and I love it riding it in rush hour traffic. I like living on the edge.
There's a nice start. Now you know almost everything about me.
ps. If you think my english is crap.. blame Greenpeace.