|first day skipping school
||[Sep. 6th, 2007|02:04 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
oh no, I've spoken too freely and told on myself again. the sweet indiscretion of indiscretion, why would one ever keep a secret? I want to do it again... this concerns short boys, I want one, wouldn't it look great if I had a man at my side half my size? I could be a disco dolly, lured to the life of vice etc. I could say "he might be just half a man, but oh, what a half!"
I've taken a lot of pictures this summer, and here are some: taken with love, by a loverhater.
Ove and Karianne through a cock-tale party
tarts tarts in guildy clother
glam it up
where are you now? sucking on fumes in sweedens little land, makeing glas, its all to mush
tip top hat, wants one
t-rexian, glamish top hat
real horror show
yes, its all over me
oves boobs, it was all so natural
you will find me, if you want me, in the garden, (unless it's pooring down with rain)
rocky horror picture show at verftet
geir sa: "du ser veldig bra ut i dag karina, og det er ikke fordi du er sminket som en hore, og det er i alle fall ikke fordi du ikke går med briller, men du ser bra ut i kveld." geir er best.
Stener at the alderspils
-I have the hickhups, what to do?
make a face
Sigrid came home one night, i smiled for days
vilde can do it
why do I eat? oh sod it, I'm an artist
Jokke and Thomas at work yesterday
sånn fjes lager vi når vakten ikke slipper preben inn
just to remind you all who I am... the end