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||[Feb. 24th, 2007|01:00 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
I feel horrible, tore my new favourite dress last night and I had far to much to drink. I remember being very happy about having gotten so drunk, today that seems totally ironic. Asta Kask was wonderful and I had such a great time when I wasn’t in the lady’s throwing up. Uh yes, I’m like so punk and disorderly, for real.
I remember I talked to that young Aryan boy who absolutely love because he reminds of a different, more mature and out of reach blond. I can’t remember what I said to him and angst is everywhere! Hope I didn’t mention I was off to purge myself of the beer and lasagne, don’t think that’s the way to charm him. Maybe he remembers what happened and will save that funny anecdote for the speech he’s going to make at our wedding? Yeees. Maybe.
I don’t really feel it’s fear to hold anything I did last night against me in the future, so much of the evenings fist part has drifted into oblivion, please don’t ever remind me of any of it if it's bad. The houseboat thing was fantastic but I was far to frightened that I was going to fall into the water to enjoy it. Retracing my drunken logic it’s a miracle I didn’t. After the boat-thing me and Aline snuck into Villaen, I really didn’t want to, but we where out of options, didn‘t know anyone and had shit time, still it stopped us from freezing to death. (although Anneline might have died, cause there was some trouble with her bus)
Today I’m just going to chill and buy myself glass bottles of soda. Bah. Paranoia, pranoia, pranoia… Also I have pictures, .
nota bene: that is not sigrid's ultra
flippin' gang signs in tha hood
best face evah award goes to kine!!! hurra!
there is sillyness around
that joke isn't funny anymore
take my picture: TAKE MY PICTURE!
yeah, I like, made that