"i don't have to sell my soul. he's already in me"

Today was a big day. I've been feeling for quite some time that all this running have been paying off. And today I got confirmation for it. I bought a pair of jeans. JEANS PEOPLE! That was the first time in over three years. How great isn't that? I'm thrilled. I even asked the girl in the store if they weren't suppose to be a baggy model, thinking that the baggy would be thight on me. But no. "They are a slim fit. You sure you don't want a size smaller?" Haha. But I still have a bit to go. But we'll continue after Easter right?

Oh. The little things that make me happy. Didn't I say last week that Wednesdays are the best days? To celebrate that I'm gonna listen all evening to my all time favourite song. Yes I am.

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hrm.

Okay. I have to share something with you that's been on my mind for quite a while.

I know the man on the picture. He's the Swedish Minister of Employment. We're friends on facebook. I used to work with him. He's a really nice man. But why. Why? Does he have that beard? You all know I like a man with a good amount of facial hair. It's something about a man who can grow a full beard. It's almost like a beard says "Hi. I'm a man. And I fucking know it." But why does he shave his upper lip? I just don't understand the design of it. Any idea? Anyone? Help me with this one.

Awesome beard web site btw.

"so try your best. and think about it later"

Such an awsomely random day.

Didn't set my alarm. Woke up at 6.40 am. Had breakfast outside. Decided to skip uni work for a couple of hours to finish my book. The History of Love. The last chapter literally took the breath out of me. Had to sit still thinking about love and life for a long time. Didn't get any wiser. Just more confused. Did some maps and such for uni. Decided that was boring. Have no inspiration at the mo. Counted the mosquito bites on my feet. Counted to 9. On the left foot alone. Noticed I don't have any mosquito bites anywhere else on my body. My feet must taste good. Had lunch. Tobi The Undertaker thought it was dessert. I said no. It's yoghurt. Did some more assignments. Still no inspiration. Went for a run. Decided to run a bit further than usual. Ran in to a neighbourhood that smelled like poo. Ran a bit faster. Posted a letter. Had a shower.

That's my day up til now. Thought I'd spice things up even more by getting some sushi for dinner. Sushi is the best thing in the world. Well, making out is better. And popcorn too. Oooh and getting postcards. Okay. Sushi is the fourth best thing in the world.

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for my future boyfriend

It is totally fine with me. I mean totally really amazingly fine with me if you love this film. And if you like popcorn that's fine as well.



See, I adore Wes Anderson. And popcorn is just the best snack ever. Sugar or salt. I don't really care. And hopefully I like you. If so, nothing beats a night together with you in the sofa watching a Wes Anderson film with a bowl of popcorn in my lap. Nothing.


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"it's raining in new york. and i know what it feels like"

Oh how I like that I have such beautiful and intelligent friends. Like Linda. One of the loveliest people I have ever met. She just brings the best out of me. Makes me work harder, question things, analyze things, stop analyzing things.

I miss her.

And that she writes on her blog that she misses me, just makes me miss her even more. Thank heaven for mobile phones I tell ya. What would I do without mine?

Right now I can't do anything else than just dream about where we are gonna go after the election is over in September. New York again? I better start saving.

"but it feels like love, love, love"

Just because it might be the most wonderful thing I have ever seen. Just because of that I'm sharing this with you.

"sponsored by destiny"

I have a feeling about the summer that's coming. I know it's gonna be a great one. I can feel it in me booones.

Just like the best summer ever. The summer of 2007.



The summer Emelie and I went on a road trip all over Sweden.


The summer of the 100 festivals.



The summer I had tonsillitis twice but just drank more wine so I couldn't feel it.


The summer when the sun was shining every day.


The summer when we didn't listen to anything else except Orup and Slagsmålsklubben.


The summer I wore pink wellies with roses on every day.


The summer I heard Detektivbyrån for the first time and everyone cried during their concert.


The summer we didn't eat a single hot meal.


The summer when I met the cutest boy with the softest lips.


The summer I didn't care that it was never gonna work out.


By far the best summer yet.

mmmhm.

I had big plans on taking photos of our grand dinner. So you all could see our masterpiece. Sorry guys. Karl (yes I named our red snapper Karl. Shut up.) just smelled too nice getting off the bbq so I didn't have time.

Oh guys. Trust me. If you're gonna eat just one meal in your life. Eat grilled red snapper stuffed with fennel, spring onion, lemon and chilli. And mash. Parsley mash. And that awesome sauce I made that I don't remember what I put in it. Eat that. And nothing else. Ever.

"i drink good coffee every morning"

Tonight I wish I was in Scotland. In our red living room. With Rhona and Emma. And a glass of wine. All of us sitting under the pink slanket. Watching this film. (Top 10 cutest films ever.)



But I'm not. The Undertaker, Super Ivan and I are barbecuing the biggest fish I have ever seen. Second best is good enough I guess.

"whenever you see me you say that you want me back"

I love Wednesdays. They treat me good. I'm always happy on a Wednesday. Wednesday's are the new black.

Top 3 Wednesday wonderfulness:

1. The Pecha Kucha tonight at the Power House. Loved the venue. Loved the people. L o v e d the cute boys.
2. The olivebread I baked from scratch. Love homemade bread. Oh yes I do.
3. Three bean salad with avocado and couscous. A book that makes me cry. And a slice of stillhotfromtheoven bread.



Oh God.
I do love Wednesdays.


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