|six out of seven isn’t bad in just one week: no lust in this life, plenty of envy and anger though
||[Jun. 9th, 2006|06:56 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
Well I just got home from the sun and the sand, the surf and the sangria and I’m sorry Lotte, you know I love you but, and you are a pretty ok travelling companion, but man oh man does it feel great to be back! I didn’t realise how great until I went in to my room and realised that my mom had cleaned it, she never does that, and it usually wouldn’t please me but with my exams and every thing it just got totally out of hand, a total mess, and yes, I love my stuff, I love all of stuff! My boots! My big shiny black ones, and smaller black ones and the pink ones with the stars! The white once! BOOOTS!! You can’t where does on the Costa de’ Orado! And a million black big wonderful t-shirts in stacks, oh man! I love Joy Division! (and it says so on me tee!) And all my pretty tutus in a stack on a chair! And my records, oh man have I missed my music! The first thing I did was put on my hat full of hollow lp! Man I’ve missed my Mossa man! (can’t believe I’m seeing him again this year, hurray!) and my black bed linen, and best of all: mummy and Tor (=her live in boyfriend) are gone! There gooone, and there not going to be back for two weeks, hurray!
Haha, clown sun burn!
Anyways, this holiday was good, I had this silly notion that the sun would be good for my skin but I broke out in a rash and got to spend the second half the week under a parasol. This has always suited me best, and it’s comforting to now that even though I now am a blond I’m still the same vampire I always was. It was quite the horizontal holyday, we slept 12 hours every day, went to the beach and stayed in our sun beds reading until we got cold and than we went to our room to well lay some more, went out to eat, bought something wear or play with and you know, went to bed again.
We didn’t take that many pictures, there wasn’t really anything to take pictures of except our fellow sunsters at the beach (we took some really great snap shots of weird people, but I probably shouldn’t post those. Anyways, here are some pictures of me an Lotte eating insanely expensive ice cream and loving every minute of it. It was orgasmic I guess!
Lotte got good banana
I got nougat
Lotte morns here lost and eaten ice cream/slice of heaven
And shortly after mine was gone to
And here are some of us being idle
Walk on beach
But the really important part is the shopping. Man-o-man-oman!
I didn’t get to see anything I wanted in Barcelona, this was my fault manly, Lotte didn’t really wan’t to be adventures and I didn’t want to go on a fucking tourist coach ride to see the city, in the end the metro and the maps got to exhaustingly complicated. So I made do with the Gaudí building that we found just walking of the train, the Casa Battlo. And the gothic quarter, witch wasn’t really much of anything. I really wanted to se the Mies van der Rhoe pavilion, but I’ll do that when I’m forty and the material world no longer appeals to me. The rest of the day was spent in the Ramblas where we did much exhausting of the valet and credit card.
Oh my lord, I’m such and intellectual, I have Man Rae girly purse!
Maybe not, judging by the Power Puff one
The coolest buttons ever!
The piece the resistance: totaly cool shoes, apple and pears my child! This is what y dogs deserve!