I love that Kristoffer calls me weekend mornings so we can tell each other about cool stuff we did and stupid shit we said. "So I drank one it became four, and when I fell to the floor I drank more.(Stop me if you think that you've heard this one before.)" etc. Welcome therapy in both our lives I'm sure. I blame the stupid closing hours, I was perfectly fine until I had to chug that last beer. Then suddenly I had to go off on my own and started making up boyfriends to Africans.
423 images have turned in to 41, mostly from the BAS party last Friday and Sigrids birthday yesterday...
but we didn't go out wearing our black lipstick, and isn't that a crying shame.
preben and vildes urban hang out
pia was in town, we saw the justin bieber movie and had some beers at finnegans as is our custom.