like an addiction, actually. You can quit it, but somewhere down below the urge will remain, waiting for a weak moment in the addicts life, waiting to take over again. I don’t know why I’ve suddenly decided to post here again. I’m still the crap writer that I ever was. I have no interesting life to blog about and I have no deep thoughts for sharing or intellectual topics to educate you on. So that pretty much means Glim will once again be flooded with poorly written blabble.

As boring as the first half of 2007 was for me, as eventful was the second part. It included a heartbreaking (for me at least) breakup, a career change (and back again), the loss of my grandmother and a new love.
That is right, my friends, there is a man in my life and it has never felt this good before. And except for the fact that I have a mere 3 euros left on my bank account, I’m a very happy camper.