The Ice Cream enters the scene
I carefully push open the door and the first thing to reach my nose is the smell of tea. My eyes look around, eager to see what beholds in the world of Kiwi and whatnots. There’s a lot of paper and books around, newly washed teacups, dreams that have came to life and are now flying freely without making trouble around the room, and then I see it, the Hippie Teapot Kiwiqueen has told med about and showed me on webcam. Now, with this power I have in my hands, I might kidnap it from her… but I guess she would notice it. I walk closer into the Blog and I’m surprised that here everything is in bright colours, it’s like walking into a rainbow. Not like the black colour I’m used to see from the outside. But then again, I am in now.
My name is Elisabeth (NOT, I must say, NOT Elizabeth - I write about how Jesus is coming, and you have to look busy), I’m soon to be 18 years old, and I live in that darn country, Norway/Bergen. I have a giant love for coffee and tea, and it’s common knowledge in my friendcircle that I should NOT drink coffee when I’m talking or writing. All my alter – egos burst to life then, you see.
It’s not cold here now, I tell you, it’s so hot that my hands would melt like warm butter if it wasn’t for this air-condition over my head. You might think that Norway is such a cold country, always snow, a part of Sweden maybe, what’s a Norway? Can you eat it? Well, Bergen usually is very… dark. We get all the shit rain and clouds from England etc, so it’s basically YOUR fault that it rains 250 days a year here.
While Kiwiqueen is in Germany - and if she does what I hope, she will eat vegetarian schnitzel and yodel too - , me and Grumpy Matt will take turns in fighting to keep “Just a blog” alive, STAT. By now, Kiwi knows she have to change her password very fast when she get back, the power is just too much.
For me it’s an honour to write in Kiwis blog, I am very jealous at her writing and so on, because my Norwegian grammar still make my nose frown the minute I rape the wrong word or abuse the alphabet beyond recognition. Still, my criminal way of life in the English language hasn’t stopped me yet to have a goal of becoming a writer. Very geeky, yes, but, oh, so EASY!
Anyway, I have entered the universe of Kiwi and tea and will try to do my best to make you all love me (more) just as much as you love her.
Until then, remember to tip the waitress and blow the horn,
- Elisabeth Ice Cream
My name is Elisabeth (NOT, I must say, NOT Elizabeth - I write about how Jesus is coming, and you have to look busy), I’m soon to be 18 years old, and I live in that darn country, Norway/Bergen. I have a giant love for coffee and tea, and it’s common knowledge in my friendcircle that I should NOT drink coffee when I’m talking or writing. All my alter – egos burst to life then, you see.
It’s not cold here now, I tell you, it’s so hot that my hands would melt like warm butter if it wasn’t for this air-condition over my head. You might think that Norway is such a cold country, always snow, a part of Sweden maybe, what’s a Norway? Can you eat it? Well, Bergen usually is very… dark. We get all the shit rain and clouds from England etc, so it’s basically YOUR fault that it rains 250 days a year here.
While Kiwiqueen is in Germany - and if she does what I hope, she will eat vegetarian schnitzel and yodel too - , me and Grumpy Matt will take turns in fighting to keep “Just a blog” alive, STAT. By now, Kiwi knows she have to change her password very fast when she get back, the power is just too much.
For me it’s an honour to write in Kiwis blog, I am very jealous at her writing and so on, because my Norwegian grammar still make my nose frown the minute I rape the wrong word or abuse the alphabet beyond recognition. Still, my criminal way of life in the English language hasn’t stopped me yet to have a goal of becoming a writer. Very geeky, yes, but, oh, so EASY!
Anyway, I have entered the universe of Kiwi and tea and will try to do my best to make you all love me (more) just as much as you love her.
Until then, remember to tip the waitress and blow the horn,
- Elisabeth Ice Cream
kiwiqueen - 3. Aug, 15:29