when i dont sleep i come into this strange mood. håkan hellström and cafe del mar at the speakers and i am just thinking different about everything. wish i could do this more. but my skin turns into big ugly fuss then. i dont like my skin. wish my life could be like pictures. somehow. in all kind of ways.
the scariest thing that ever has happened to me, just happened. i was at my parents room, in the very dark, with my computer, when started to play the worst ghost music out of nowhere. somehow a man with a movie camera showed up on my computer screen. i love when such things happen. i want a velour-turtle-neck.
bed now. i want to get to know a lot of new people now so mail me and tell me a lot about yourself.
i am in oslo now. not in stockholm. oh, 24hrs ago, i was in stockholm! another 10hrs ago, i was at karins place. we had the best last afternoon. guess it was the fall lightening.
edit: thanks you three hundred and ones. even tho its quite embarassing. never imagined. now we have to do some comfort eating or so.
i am back from spain, and i feel big inspriation filling my stomach. i always feel the ispiration in my neck and stomach. i have so much i want to do and paint and make and wear. post! if all of my ideas came down on this blog now, it would have been the best blog post ever. all the hannelis and rumis and tavis would just stand there, gasping. at least it feels like that to me.
happy. no more spain. stockholm on thursday.