||[Jul. 2nd, 2009|06:51 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
These are all the pictures of me and my friends in the sun. Seemingly I'm having a great time, but don't be fooled. It's all existential angst what goes on behind them big sunglasses. (Still I guess my life is fab on my blog.)
btw: I'm sorry Mr. Jackson (I am for real) :/
All smiles: I can't take the credit for having befriended the beautiful people in the next couple of picts, there all Geirs (the handsome ginger in the middle). They're all super smart and very funny.
my father: I think he could probably make a carer for himself as a model. You know the older men wearing tuxedos on tv, looking all wise and worldly (in a 2000kr suit).
I coulden't belive it. I was sitting there, with the brothers Nosehome all inocent like an then he came out of the bushes. Literally. This military man, nothing like that skinny hipster of yore. He wasn't there to meet anybody else, he just figured thats where I'd be! I love stuff like this, just showing up somewhere you're not expecting, or singing letters(/texts) with the first letter of you're name. Like this -K
it's alright every one he was just foolin'!
unfortinatly kristoffer has devolped a low tolerance for alchohol during his time in the army. so he had to go beddy buy buy kinda early.
check me out, all arty like
finally I got my ass out all the way to Nordnes
I'm endig this post with Vilde: the beautiful wonder woman who stays up with me all night.