Another blog. Another fresh start to gather my thoughts.
Pretentious crap. I'm just another flake that would just love to
pose as a clever writer. Well, used to be. I still am a flake for
sure, but over the years I have realized that I don't give a
flying fuck wether anyone out there read my inane scribbles or not.
Right now it's all about me getting my writing-freak on, the world
be damned.

Well, then. Who am I? I'm a soon to be 30-year-old Swedish man-child,
a hacker, a fresh husband and an even fresher dad. This blog is my
little cork-board to pin up whatever comes into my head, my little
couch fort of ill-formed thoughts and musings.
I have dubbed it Paper, Coffee, Pencil, partly because I like the
ring of it, but chiefly because it represents my weapons of choice
for any creative endeavour I get myself into.

And with those words, a hearty asdfdasdsddasasdds.