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[Jun. 7th, 2011|02:24 am]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
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Saturday night I was watching youtube in bed with Solveig and Sigrid. I went to the bathroom and when I got back they where acting peculiarly, but then again they often do.... I threw myself back on my bed, and was taken aback when I felt Solveigs legs under me. Surly that tiny creature couldn't take up that much space? Then I heard the legs said "au!", and suddenly Charlotte popped up from under the covers. It was agony and extacy, an entrance that only my Lottie could pull off.
Charlotte's been away in far off San Francisco for almost six months now. I've missed her terribly, (well some times at least). We've always had a tumultuous relationship and have turned into bitter enemies more times then I care to remember. This autumn we can celebrate ten years of (un)healthy competition, massive rows, bickering, unusual situations and mutual understanding. She is the most hilarious girl I've ever met, and I hope she'll stay my friend and rival forever.
This weekend I've been loitering around the art marked at Bergen Kjøtt, talking non stop, sleeping very little and drinking very much. It all looked a little something like this:
peek-a-boo
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