|we won't ever be happy, so lets never be sad
||[Sep. 16th, 2007|06:25 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
|||||wayne county & the electric chairs-I had to much to dream last night||]|
with all the horror and all the beauty safely tucked inside my belly another long weekend has come to pass. the underbelly has become more safe and familiar than ever.
on thursday we had a suspiciously good time with surprisingly unbad people (well i had a good feeling, but other people raised some healthy objections). and I have pictures under cut.
went to work at ten friday, and there I found my lost SS-pin (=pict) and I felt like the luckiest person in the world. I was all alone but the hours flew by. went to se a rock show but it made me feel sick and tired of the world. I went to se the amazing Jens Lekman all on my lonesom, his velvet voice was all that this tired heart needed and I felt depressed and wonderful. oh you're so banal Jens but sometimes you shake my brains and wake me up, you're as funny as Thomas Leehr. Jon Olav was my only friend at the concert and we danced, afterwords we quarreled, but that felt good, we haven't spoken for weeks, I doubt that I will ever feel comfortable around him again. I slept for 12 hours...
saturday I went to an indian restaurant with two room mates and a guy, the food was like the day itself and yesterday was so beautiful, it didn't rain. later I went to watch vintage sex films at USF with Solveig and her cousin, I had some beers in my purse and bottle of vine, but I wasn't drunk yesterday. took a brake from the films and had a smoke on the pier, watching the electric moonlight and thinking that some one I loved should kiss me right there and right than... this pretty boy walked up to me and asked for a drag off my fag, than he said he wanted us to be romantic. I went inn to watch more porn, don't want no sex if it's 3D, just rythmical hugs. he was shorter than me, and he stared into my mouth... at the bottom of the stairs leading up to smørsbroen we where singing and dancing, and I asked Vang if he wanted to slow dance. he did and we sang un brake my heart. I loved that. we tried going on the town but ended up at a party where everyone danced. we made them dance. I slow danced with Solveigs sweet cousin, he has red velvet pants and that reminds me of a boy with a scar in a different town. he asked me a million questions and I talked and talked, he was a great dancer, but we all are. I like talking to boys. It's all I need (and new order).
Den Søte Kløe
Den Sure Svie
"daiene dine er så fine at jeg får lyst til å kline med kjønsleppene dine" - MC solveig