The term Sleepsnacking indicates the uncontrollable urge to bolt down junk food while asleep.
Sleepsnackers can be completely unaware of their disease, sometimes for years.
Typical signs that a person might be a sleepsnacker are a subtle taste of chocolate, honey barbecue chips, Ben&Jerry Banana Ice Cream or peanut butter in their mouth upon awakening.
Sometimes even all of the above.
According to a Mongolian study, the number of people affected by Sleepsnacking has increased tremendously during the past 10 years and almost doubled itself in only five years.
The trend looks scary and unstoppable.
Of course if we take out fictional characters like Liz Lemon or Ralph Winchester and anybody who’s not a celebrity (’cause why should we care?) the situation looks under control.
Do you ever wonder how people perceive your relationships?
Sometimes I meet couples that look like a match made in heaven and they end up lasting less than a British tv series.
And then there’s times in which I think the members of the couple have too strong personalities/too few in common/too different lifestyles to really have a future together, but inexplicably everything works out fine, happily ever after and all.
So I’ve been wondering for some time what’s the image that Stephen and me project to the outside world when we’re together and I think I finally found the answer.
I was going through the pictures of our recent trip to Barcelona and it struck me: clearly, what people see when they look at us is
a cute hipster and his dumb cousin.
Barcelona – Arc de triompf
As you could probably already guess, I belong to that vast group of people who tend to have a bipolar behaviour towards love.
When I’m not in a relationship and I see people on the street holding hands my first desire is to shoot them with a rifle and barf on their descendants (all things that would be totally acceptable in an episode of Game of Thrones or, say, Russia but for some reason not in Berlin) .
Being annoyed by PDA is not the problem, though. The real problem comes when I start being in a relationship myself and experience a change of heart combined with a slight loss of lucidity, which in the past may or may not have me facing legal threats and false accusations of stalking.
As if the second date were really too soon to change your Facebook profile picture to a photo of you and your loved one.
Anyway, when Halloween came, some weeks ago, the most normal thing for me was dressing up as my boyfriend…
…and shoot a video in which I impersonate him. Read More
The following is a humorous
text about the day the royal baby made his first public appearance. If you’re looking for REAL news, you might wanna check out the Guardian
About one week ago I went visiting my boyfriend at his place and found him staring at his laptop, catatonic, giving no sign of reaction. At first I thought he got Stendhal syndrome from his Titanic Desktop background, again, but then realised something epic and remarkable was about to happen.
Main Title: Royal couple and prince to appear any minute
William and Kate were about to exit that very door with their newborn baby and CNN was documenting everything. What a special event! Thank God I caught it on time, I know I would have killed myself if I had missed it! Read More
Ok, It’s still not 100% sure, but I do have a good plan and I need your help to make it happen. Let’s go back in time a couple of weeks. Read More
Once upon a time, in
a faraway land Neukoelln, lived a prince ss with long blonde hair.
Ok, you got me guys: this is not a fairytale, but nevertheless I think it’s time to tell you the whole (exponentially exaggerated) truth about the weird sleeping habits of my boyfriend. Read More
It’s true: all good things must come to an end. The best tv series come to jump the shark, Alanis Morissette records crap like this, BFFs become names you find on your cellphone without recalling who they are and love, above all things, is anything but endless.
What’s actually endless, though, is the debate on whether it’s easier to get dumped or to dump your beloved one. We’ve all played both parts at one time or another (although there’s some seriously dangerous serial dumpers out there!) and it was never easy.
Personally, I find especially difficult to be the one who dumps. The most memorable time, also known as “the time I almost died”, was probably when I dumped R.