nemelk.

Sometimes I go against the grain, but I like pizza just like everybody else.

I can't believe it's been a year since I made up when this happened.

Of course I'm not going to buy shelled pistachios, but I'm always happy when I find some inside that are ready to eat.

Don't stereotype me! I'm so ready to disappoint you because of the person that I am, never mind the groups I belong to.

I'm a struggling artist. (was desperately looking for my niche for the longest time before realising that struggling has always been my forte)

I'm the adventurous type - I love new experiences that the protagonist is having in the book.

I like many animals, hate seeing them on a plate - f*ck off flies, I'm trying to eat my tofu scramble.

Sometimes I wish I could just disappear.

I'm not sure what I'd do there.

Would I still feel like I don't belong?

Talking about me behind my back? You guys are missing out. Inviting me along would be fire, I got plenty ammunition, hate seeing it go to waste...

Your parents might forget the special occasion, but acne will always attend.

Do you have too much going on, feeling overwhelmed? Declutter your life, get a clear sense of what's important in the now, you need to make some changes to be able to focus.

Clean your table, tidy the workspace, delete and forget your todo list. Toss it in a bin. Don't ever try to make another one. You are hereby absolved of all your responsibilities. No longer a servant to the bullet list, the possibilites are endless!

These opinions don't in any way represent my employer or people connected to me. They are my own views and frankly sometimes they even surprise me.

Now with this out of the way: These words actually portray exclusively the things my current and past employers think about incessantly. It makes up their whole being, it drives them mad. There's no logic to it. The symbols on this website contain the whole creation within. Every inch* of every universe lives and dies forever in the colour arrangement of these pixels here before you.

* To me it just sounds better with the cute little word inch, I don't in any way endorse or encourage the use of imperial measurement system.

Find what you love *looks at wife making breakfast*

and let it kill you. *drops some strychnine into own orange juice glass while she's not looking*

My only remaining feeling is the disgust for the apathy that is taking over.

Klemen, do you take this spoon to be your loeffel wedded wife?

The only piece of cutlery I need, to scoop and to hold, for peanut butter or for main course, the loeffe of my life. I do.

I wish I wasn't in Graz right now. I should be somewhere warm, sunny, near a sandy beach...

It sucks being alone and lonely but I'd rather do it somewhere warm.

Only read on if you make your own granola as well.

It's so great isn't it? I can barely keep myself from eating it all the time.

So what's next, where do you people usually meet?