Pia left for Budapest yesterday. Sort of weird, that she’s going to be gone for five years. This girl made up her mind to be a veterinarian when we where like seven, and now she’s actually going threw with it . Than again I always wanted to be some sort of artist and humanist and well… you know. Anyways, her garden party on Friday was everything good in life with a view. Wonderful cake, cool jazz from her green portable 70s retro lp-player, cold beer and sun everywhere. I didn’t plan to go out but I did, sort of regret that. You shouldn’t go out unless your tipsy or have the money to get tipsy. I just bummed my way threw the night and brought home my very own Inger Elise at the end.
(When the buss passes where Pia used to work I still check to see if she’s there, I wonder when that’s going to stop?)
I cam whored myself a little before going to Pia’s. I look like everyone ells thi-hi.
I’m just some cleavage away from being deiligst.no HoHo