|Burn down Copenhagen
||[Mar. 4th, 2007|06:18 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
Not really, but well, riots are hip, I think it‘s all very 'Parisian civil war', and most of those revolutionaries are heroes now. In short: You go, spoiled brats!
Julie had her birthday party yesterday, I stayed there till six. She hasn’t really had a birthday this year cause she’s born on leap years day, I think that’s kind of fascinating. Now I’m quite broke. Didn’t spend that much money yesterday but I have lately eating out, buying new makeup and (as you might have guessed) drinking out. Bah, not looking forward to being completely broke, It’s been a while. If I move out next month I have to get used to it, why is everything so expensive?
Ove and Karianne where back from they're somewhat belated honeymoon yesterday. They looked great, made me want to dye my hair some unnatural colour. (But I wont. It’s falling out as it is.) They are one of the two couples I know that never cheat or belittle each other, and I don’t think they fight that much either. One day I shall have that! (Interesting that the people I know who has that looks exactly like they’re partners (style wise). It could be a coincidence, but if it isn’t it means I need to find a guy who dresses like me and I think that’s impossible.) It’s probably mostly a question of being flexible though, so you don’t fight over stuff that doesn’t matter. I fight about nothing all the time, I think I’ll just buy a cat and get done with it. Cats don’t leave you because you’re unreasonable or didn’t shave you’re legs. Why am I babbeling about this again? Well, July and Ingvild have this club called the “against love club”, I re-join every time I meet them. Messing about getting drunk and whining over the state of humanity. I’m good at that.
Got wet on the way home:
People ask me when will I grow up to understand
Why the girls I knew at school are already pushing prams
I loved you then as I love you still
Though I put you on a pedestal, you put me on the pill