All the uninteresting random facts.

I nibble on my bedsheets most of the time when I'm covered in them. It gives me a calm feeling inside, I don't really know why though.

I really like Finland. I went to Helsinki in 2010, and I've wanted to go back ever since. I think it's a beautiful city, and I felt so comfortable there. It's definitely one of my favorite places of the places I've travelled, but it's hard to find a Dane who also wants to go to Finland. When Danes travel, it's rarely in Scandinavia they go.

I've been together with my boyfriend for close to 16 months. We started out as roommates, which turned to close friends, then a brotherly friendship, and... then dating. Kind of a weird road it went, haha. Our first kiss was actually as unromantic as it could get. Both of us being drunk with fellow roommates, sitting on a bench and - as far as I remember - got a dare to kiss each other. We were both completely freaked out the day after, and promised to never kiss again.... (things like "I just kissed my "brother", what the fuck is wrong with us!?" were thrown from both of us, hahaha) Guess you can call that off. We're also engaged.

My all-time favorite song is "Boys Don't Cry", made by The Cure. It has been that for years now, it was even the first thing I got tattooed on my body. I actually don't listen to it often, but it's the one song that means the most to me.

I have a phobia of milk. I must say that it has gotten a lot better than it used to be. There was a time where I couldn't even touch a milk carton without feeling sick to my stomach. Now I can splash a small amount of it in my coffee if I don't have any soymilk, so it's really gotten better. But if I get just a dribble of milk on my hand, I freak out.

I don't drink very often. I've put the "club life" behind me, because I feel like I've gotten what I wanted from it and I don't find it interesting anymore. I went clubbing a lot in the past at a gay club called Club Christopher, and it's not really what I want anymore. When I do drink, it's with friends at cozy places like parks where we can talk and enjoy ourselves.

I once cut my vein up by accident. I used to self-harm a lot in the past, and ironically enough, the one time I didn't hurt myself as a "suicide preperation", I cut my vein up accidentally. It was definitely one of the most frightening things I've tried. Most of all because of the shock, because there suddenly was a  stream of red spurting 2 meters from my wrist, pulsing in unison with my heartbeat. Not fun to come home from the emergency room and see random blood stains across the room.

If I'm outside walking with people, I need them to walk on my left side. Most of my friends know this and automatically walks on that side by now. It's really weird and I don't know why it has to be like that, but if people walk on the right side of me, I can't concentrate once I notice that they're on "the wrong side". I can't focus on anything else than that. I feel really uncomfortable if they're on the right side of me, but it's only if we're walking that it matters.

I really dislike swans. They're violent, aggresive, and pretty much just a really scary bird. Same goes for geese.

My love for buttercreams is so strong that it can almost be classified as erotic. My boyfriend even jokes about being jealous of buttercream because of my love for it. Actually I only eat it maybe once a year, but when I do... Oh baby science have mercy on my soul. It's so good I can't even describe it. It's to the point where I can eat a complete bowl of it and still want more, with no fruit toppings or not even being inside a cake. Just... plain buttercream. That's how disgusting I am when it comes to buttercream, hahaha.

It's hard for me to keep a straight face when someone says "it wasn't what he/she said, it was how he/she said it". I actually know a person who says it quite often, and I can't bring myself to mention how lame I think that is to say. I'm sorry if I've offended anyone by writing this. But if a person tells me something, I'll take their words as they are. Why else would they say it?

I'm bad at reading aloud. I'm a fast reader, so if I have to read something aloud, I choke on the words and end up saying something different because it goes too fast. This goes both for Danish and English.

I can't ride a bike. I never really got to learn it while growing up, and when I reached puberty I thought it was embarassing to learn since you have to go outside in public to practice. If you can't ride a bike when you're 12 years old in Denmark, other kids tends to see you as weird. So I never got to learn it, but I Emilia actually tried to practice it with me. I ragequit after 5 minutes because it went so bad, hahahah.

I find imperfections attractive. If it's a mole, a small scar on the bridge of someones nose, a crooked smile, or most of what other people would call imperfections. I think that's the most beautiful parts of humans, I find it charming and generally just really attractive. It shows that they're human.

I know a lot about nutrition. It's kind of ironic since hardly follow the rules myself. My brother has a degree as a dietian, and when my eating disorder was really bad and I tried to recover, he tried to help me with the eating part for a while. I've also read a lot about it on my own, partly because of the illness and partly because I wanted to recover. Oh, and I also find it interesting.

I tend to make lame puns and jokes, inappropiate winks and/or inappropriate voices and generally just lame things. It's worst when I'm with Emilia for obvious reasons.

I was once hit in the head with a sausage. I don't think this needs any further details. (Other than the fact that I'm also phobic around sausages, which is still at the point that I can't touch plates, hands or anything that have touched a sausage. Can't even hold the packaging. Do I need to say that this whole hit-in-the-head-incident was very traumatizing for me?)

I used to have some OCD-alike behaviours. For an example, I couldn't touch coins without believing that I would get a deadly disease if I held them. That's why I mostly held them with my sleeves instead. It's many, many years ago though.

If I'm really drunk, I tend to think that it's a good idea to lay down at inappropiate places for some reason. shrubs, rain puddles, McDonald's staircases, benches, random floors (I tend to prefer the center of the floor for some reason...), stuff like that.. That usually indicates that I really shouldn't drink more. (Bonus info; when I'm drunk, I'm capable of eating everything in sight. I get the worst munchies, and everything edible gets devoured. Ironically enough, I never get the munchies when I'm high... Most of the time I actually loose my appetite for some reason.)

I need at least a 2 hours alone everyday in order to function normally. I enjoy my own company most of the time. When I'm alone, I don't have to adjust to anyone and I can be myself completely. I love being together with my friends and family, but I need a few hours each day to clear my head and just be me.

I doubt that I will ever get a completely normal relationship with food and exercise. It's like I can't be completely normal around it, either it's restriction and straining exercise or mindless junk-binging with no exercise whatsoever. My BMI has ranged from 13 at it's lowest and 22 at it's highest (I'm 18.07 on the BMI scale right now). Despite the fact that I know a lot about nutrition and what to eat in which situations and the like, I can't find the golden midway for myself yet.

I'm more scared of seeing a pencil laying on my floor than a scissor. A scissor can lay on my floor for days without me bothering to pick it up at all, but if I see a pencil laying around, I immediately pick it up. This stems from a few months ago where I stepped on a pencil, and that little beast dug so far into my toe that I had to pull it out forcefully. It was beyond painful, I can't even describe it. I laid in bed whining in pain for an hour and a half, if I remember correctly.

My favorite artist is Audrey Kawasaki. I have two tattoos of different paintings she's made, and my left arm is going to be a sleeve dedicated to her art. Her work is absolutely wonderful. (She's also the one who has painted the picture I'm using as a header right now.)

I'm an ass-guy. Boobs and chests are amazing, but nothing beats a beautiful butt..

I can write the most uninteresting things. Proof; read through this again.