There was once a girl livin her life doin’ what she does.                            Here’s her chronicle of livin’ in the rough suburbs of Sundsvall, Sweden:

Her name is De331e Yr5KOG4, by the way.

I want to make an impact, I want to leave an impression in my life.  I’m 18 years old and some months, yes I am quite a seasoned individual and one thing I’ve managed to learn in my 18 years and some months is that I’m unfortunately not a creative soul, at all, what oever. Yes, it’s hard for anyone who knows me to imagine but it is in factual truth true, it has been proven through advanced scientificy, complex, gadgety tests performed by very professional scientisty people with difficult pronounced names, pretty sure they were of Indian descent (look who’s talking: (two click sounds and a snap followed by another click sound combined with a huh) Yeah! Try pronouncing that? Try? Go ahead, I’ll wait)

                                                       Yeah, no. That was not pronounced right, DARLING. Good try though.

As I was saying I’m one of those people without any prominent talents or imaginative mind. I sure try though. I have been walking around thinking I can sing for years now, everywhere I   go I’m thinking I sound relatively descent, that apparently not the case though and it isn’t until you hear yourself singing the classic song “Man Down” by Rihanna of Pon de Replay and Umbrella fame with a hint of a Bajan accent (THAT’S  Just nOT CooL, not cool) Needless to say it was a wakeup call, a tough wakeup call but nevertheless…..

PART DEUX COMING UP.

- HUSSEL CHRONICLES by STELLA HUSSEL