let’s meet up in another life
I have this friend. I’ve never met him but we’ve known each other for more than four years now. He knows everything about me (well many things) and I certainly know much about him (I‘ve even written texts to his girls sometimes for him). It started with a long boring night in front of the computer and I started to talk to this random guy. Then we basically continued and right now I’m sitting here talking to him. He just moved to a place that’s so so much closer than he used to live and we’re probably gonna meet up tomorrow. So weird? I hope I won’t hate him (or him me) it’s such a difference between writing and talking and I really don’t wanna hate this guy because he’s been a fucking loyal and good friend these years!
sweet 50
Going out doing some shopping – need more printing stuff and things for my dads’ gift! He’s turning fifty next Tuesday. Fiiiftyyy.
tell me what you want and i’ll avoid it
Last summer (2008). Sandy is in england. I’m at home. I really was a lovely summer.
“Sandy, why are you never online, it pisses me off! It was lovely spending time at Lyckes’ this weekend. Calle, Lycke and I was talking about sex all Friday-night at Linas‘. Saturday we laid down on the big rocks sunbathing by the seaside in mölle and after that went down to Lyckes’ grandma, Lilian – she’s lovely. It really was an experience to behold Lycke, her mum and Lilian discussing Lyckes’ departure for her trip the following day – fucking freaking unbelievable!
Bob Hund was nice – oddly enough I met Mr J while waiting for the bus to arrive. He was completely normal, we even had a normal conversation. When I’d fallen asleep in Lyckes’ bed in mölle I got some weird texts though. We spoke last night as well – it started off well but it’s almost like he just has a certain amount of normality in his body and then he just freaks out in one way or another. He makes me crazy, frustrated and very curious. “
don’t loose it you stupid
I’m going to spain with my family on Sunday-morning and I can’t find my passport. It’s so typical. Steph always used to take care of my passport in London because we knew I would loose it. Now it’s gone and my mum is freaking out. Great.
give me something to wipe the fucking window with
I really want that t-shirt. I’ve watched Buffalo 66 like a million times. I think I can deserve one of his t-shirts.
once up on a time
Once up on a time there was a little girl… she knew nothing and wanted to spread her overflowing amount of love she carried inside to everyone – anyone really but no one gave a fucking fuck so she built a bomb and blew the whole world up to small tiny pieces that would fly around like dust in space forever and eternity. And the girl. She lived happily ever after. Alone.
This is based on a true story…
if you’re still alive when you’re 25 shall i kill you as you asked me to?
The funny story I was gonna tell today concerning the weekend is quite well described here actually. The funny part is basically about me and a friend succeeding smuggling out a magnum vodka from “one of the best nightclubs there is in copenhagen” well, I don’t know about that but with the right company it sure was fun!
The beautiful thing in the pictures (the BOY catalog) is for sale by the way – anyone?
