All this thinking...

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Had a wonderful night with the girls. Tapas is a great invention. And Corona. Maybe the only really nice light bear.A lot of crazy discussions. Lisa was hungover and kept her mouth shut and Kristin drewled at the handball players on tv. Feeling more distant...

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Exhale inhale

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Little by little I'm letting out my breath. Relaxing my muscles, letting down my guard. These past two days seem to have changed us, taught us something. Actually, taught us quite a lot. I feel sore and battered, in need of gentle touches and friendly...

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A sweetheart between the sheets.

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These are good times. I've got nothing to write, I feel great.You make me feel like dancing, so that is what I'll do.

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You're still in my arms

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I'm home, sitting by the kitchen table talking bullshit with my mad family. Wish you were here, wish you'd see what I see in them. Thinking about you constantly, but suddenly I get shy of putting it into words. I'm not ready to turn this into something...

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All the pretty little horses

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Maybe it's because it's 02:37 in the morning and I'm up writing about bloody poststructuralism and maybe it's because everything's been like a rollercoaster lately and maybe it's because I need a vacation, but I feel like someone have/should run over...

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God damn!

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I guess I'm drunk. I'm in love with the world. My friends, my life, this town, everything. This days has been absolutely brilliant, from start to finish. Babe, I love you to bits. You have no idea. Chanson de la nuit: Bimbo - Lambretta

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I just called...

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How I loved talking to you tonight. To feel that you were there, surrounded by all those people, but left them for almost an hour just to have a silly conversation with me on the phone. To hear you smile, to press my ear against the phone and to almost...

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Underground death

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I was going through old journals and I found this text, from 17th of May, 2002, London. Thought it was funny. Stuck in a sweaty tube. Imagine if we were to be stuck here forever. For all eternity we would sit and stare at each other. Days and nights would...

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Dream a little dream

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Feeling focused. Pushing the stress away by dealing with everything. Making lists, doing one thing at a time. I've had my share of councelling today and it did me good. I tell myself that missing you is doing me good too, and I do miss you tonight. Wondering...

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Snow me in

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Everything is so calm out there now. The snow is falling down like a thick wet blanket, covering everything in silence. No people in the street, hardly any cars on the roads... The street lights are giving everything a warm orange glow.I ran back home...

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