last night..
..i dreamed about you dear diary.."
must be a normal line to write if youre a 12 year old girl in love with her diary..Well I´m a 25 year old woman with a struggling relationship to mine. And also, I prefer to call my blogger a blog...its full of bla bla and bullshit.
No rules goes on here about what you may or may not tell..
The truth is i dreamed that my blog basically exploded with visitors after Alex Schulman visited it as a result of a comment someonehad left about me in his blog...(for those of you that doesnt know who Alex is I can tell you he is Sweden's most famous blogger, his blog is read by more people than the Coran and the bible..something like that). I used to link to his page from here (not that he needs any help) until i realised exactly that..he needs no help--now i might actually put the link back up. If I do, ALex Schulman will be one step closer to visiting my blog..:)
I just woke up, in chock, Its 13 o clock! I haven't slept this long since that week in bed after Hultsfred festival in -98. What happened here? No hung over despite quite a few drinks. But I am lame as a..well lame person.
Monika is making kitchen noices in Polish (hahha) chopping something with her sharp knife..it´s making a rythmic sound duk..duk..duk..duk..and I feel like fallling back asleep. Instead I embrace my laptop and open you up..ANd I feel a bit lonley even with my roomates out there.
Clara, I know, theres no point in counting in her being "sociable" as she calls it, until at least 15 o clock (when the next party night is starting to close in). I´m gonna drag those girls off to Bazaar Vest to invest in some Cultural Capital growth and some bananas...ty to find time for my Saturday walk doen to the fashion outlet to hunt for bags and scarves..and then I need to do some serious newsletterwriting...The night..who kows what that holds..If Im not as lame in a few hours as I am now...then maybe just maybe I can consider going to that BOAT..obviously popoular with the young and restless...just like myself... in Århus.
must be a normal line to write if youre a 12 year old girl in love with her diary..Well I´m a 25 year old woman with a struggling relationship to mine. And also, I prefer to call my blogger a blog...its full of bla bla and bullshit.
No rules goes on here about what you may or may not tell..
The truth is i dreamed that my blog basically exploded with visitors after Alex Schulman visited it as a result of a comment someonehad left about me in his blog...(for those of you that doesnt know who Alex is I can tell you he is Sweden's most famous blogger, his blog is read by more people than the Coran and the bible..something like that). I used to link to his page from here (not that he needs any help) until i realised exactly that..he needs no help--now i might actually put the link back up. If I do, ALex Schulman will be one step closer to visiting my blog..:)
I just woke up, in chock, Its 13 o clock! I haven't slept this long since that week in bed after Hultsfred festival in -98. What happened here? No hung over despite quite a few drinks. But I am lame as a..well lame person.
Monika is making kitchen noices in Polish (hahha) chopping something with her sharp knife..it´s making a rythmic sound duk..duk..duk..duk..and I feel like fallling back asleep. Instead I embrace my laptop and open you up..ANd I feel a bit lonley even with my roomates out there.
Clara, I know, theres no point in counting in her being "sociable" as she calls it, until at least 15 o clock (when the next party night is starting to close in). I´m gonna drag those girls off to Bazaar Vest to invest in some Cultural Capital growth and some bananas...ty to find time for my Saturday walk doen to the fashion outlet to hunt for bags and scarves..and then I need to do some serious newsletterwriting...The night..who kows what that holds..If Im not as lame in a few hours as I am now...then maybe just maybe I can consider going to that BOAT..obviously popoular with the young and restless...just like myself... in Århus.
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