In love!

I am in love!

In love with life! Living my dream certainly helps too!

Being in a fancy restaurant, where the waiters are so clueless about service that even lousy service would be an improvement, aint taking me down. The iPhone dictionary replacing evertthing I write with stupidity will not stop me being in love!

I mean, imagine you write with, and iPhone change it to sith - every time!

Enjoying life is vital to me. I need to feel alive (not alice, as iPhone want). Running in the morning looking at people on their way to their cubicle is something i enjoy much. Not looking at those poor bastards, but knowing I feel alive every single moment!

The hurting in my lower legs as my muscles start telling me to stop harassing them. Stiffening so badly I can hardly move, forcing me to slow down. This pain reminds me that I am alive, and that I am lucky enogh to live the way I want.

And like now. I praise the spring in Oslo, on the sidewalk, enjoying a beer in the cold as the sun has left the party. I feel the lack of heat. I choose to stay outside, almost shivering, enjoying the feelings the beer and the cold inflicts on me.

I am alive! I praise life! I praise living!

How can I not be in love in such a lovely life?

-- Post From My iPhone