people who live in glashouses shouldnt throw stones

sex drugs and rock n roll (whitout the rock n roll)

okay. its my birthday today. waking up dressed in just a fucking towel, ALL WET in a random bed with a random swedish guy and Q. no fucking idea what happend last night. not at all. i just went up and ran away. when i got out from the flat i found out that the closest tube was oldstreet. (ofc, we were just off kingsland road.... i could have guessed that)
once again, im pretty pissed on myself for dissing that model guy.
and for not remembering a fucking shit of yesterday. or, well, i do remember some. we went to catch. we met up with stevene. we went to a fucking gay bar, were everyone was so fucking good looking so it hurted, because they were gay.... omg. just got a flashback. some amazingly good looking guys making out with eachother. and i just felt.. a bit in the way.
met some swedish people. went to the russian bar? made out with a random guy. went to their appartment, took some whatever and started doing things. it all ended up pretty nasty. took a bath with mr swedish guy and Q like six in the morning. then i rememberd that i had birthdabreakfast planned with my family.... so went home. when i woke up. in just a towel. hope i found all of my clothes. well, im still fucking drunk/high or whatever. but i dont fucking care. its my birthday and now im gonna open some presents.

beat around the bush

omg, I love how the model guy n C are bitching with eachother!
obviously, he just wants her to get over there, take some acids or something and have sex with him!
well, what else to do a friday night?

quelqu'un m'a dit

Im alive!

and unfortunately, not in paris. that would have been quite a story though, lets do it next time!

but we talked a lot about paris. and berlin and prauge and stockholm and moscow and bejing and all other places any of us had ever been to.

and he talked alot about beer and girls and people being naked and hookers aswell. not quite sure if I wanna hear about his friend buying a blow job from a czech whore..

had a nice time anyways.. but to be honest i would rater have been on a date with the guy I met at the bus stop on my way home.. he was from glasgow. Oh, the accent!

Q

lets go to paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars

okaaay, its ben 14 hours now. the only possible (and accepteble) reason that I can come up with is that they are at his place having a good night......
or that they are on their way to paris, or something. (but then they should have invited me too!!)

raped

eehm, Q went on a date today with this random guy that she went home with on NYE and havent seen since then, and I promised to call her round 7.30 to just see that its all fine, or if she needs to escape him.
well, that was more then four hours ago now, and she is not picking up her phone... guess they have quite a good night?

and yeah, you will have to wait for Q to load up some pics, since I lost my fucking camera on a warehouserave on NYE.

saggy tits

im almost ashamed for feeling so fab right now. i mean, five hours ago I was litterary drinking vodkashots with the bartender, and now, at 9 PM have I already ben working an hour plus cleaning the whole kitchen. I am fucking superwoman.
but the sad thing is, I know its not gonna last forever. I can get away with it now, but Im fucking getting older. I mean, its my 19th birthday on saturday.... thats kind of old. am I gonna start getting wrinkles and those massive hangovers that everyone talks about?
C

Fucked up, but not fucked

I wish it would be wednesday morning again. mainly beacuase it would be wedensday nigbht again.


I forgot my scarf there. I forgot my scarf. and I fucked up my film for my camera. that is two things that annoys me. however it was a fucking good night. a fucking good night.

I fucking love that place

before I say anything else I should say ths:
I am fuckin drunk.
For real.
not even I can trust what im writning right now.
but thisd is me noew:
we talked tom the french people. they however didnt come. even though they tried tom (claimed to be in a cab)
we have oreos all over our faces. thats bad.
we gonna have a good timewith btndr next week. but we have a reason.
we had
a fckn good time.
why im a writning fuckn gansgsta langue?

If I lived with C now, I would probsbly be in the kitchen, cooking some gross but loveable food love itt. being really loud. talking about all the people we met 2 night.but i dont. so im not. im in my room. sneeking in. drinking fuckn fake lemonade. (who would be awsome withn some rum, but i dont have any).

so what im i trying to say?

well. we met those gucci guy people again.
and we.. well I dont know.
it was wednesday. we had a fucking great time.
met some random people.
met some not some random people.
lovelovelovelove

varför?

oh no, that french guy i met this weekend IS gonna come tonight..
not sure if that is a good idea?
i mean, i did make out with him on the street,
and today was all about getting the bartender,
wasnt it?

for the price of a cup of tea

still a bit annoyed about that guy from last week at the art club.
"wow, are u gonna go home alone?"
"eeh, yes I am"
"you are just gonna go home alone whitout even finishing your drink?"
"eeeh, YES"
"wow, haha"
"whats up with that??"
"no its just.. cool. its my kind of cool"

sure hope that mr is not there tonight.

I got my first birthday card today.

it was from a 40 years old male actor,

who I have met five times.

it was two half naked girls and a bunch of ballons on it.

random.

I love random

C

because the night

Id love to stay in bed all day. but i cant, cause I have a bunch of stuff to do.. how dull.

anyways, tonight can be quite interesting. who will be there? and who gets the cute bartender? Q

death disco

oh well oh well, my day has been all about eating white chocolate in bed and trying to prepare myself for that massive exam on friday. why did I decide to go back and start study again?? as usually I had a hard time trying to concentrate.. and it didnt help me at all that the model-guy from saturday kept texting me. I mean... should I see him again or not? according to his facebook, he does seem a bit... well, slutty. (but on the other hand, who am I to blame in that question?)


tomorrow means a lot of work, and then notting hill art club. the best basement bar in london, with the cutest bartender. maybe tomorrow will be my lucky day! :)

Young hearts run free

Ive been hanging out in notting hill today. there's some interesting people there.. I think the lady in the purple hat with face veil was todays winner of "most interesting outfit". Mainly because she had an old school backpack in the same purple colour. And shoes with 4 inch heels.
And oh, did I mention she was about 80?
wish I would have been faster with my camera.

weekend wars

why, oh why is it monday again? not that mine are so bad, im still in bed, eating the left overs from yesterdays hang over food. sure, mondaytuesdaywednesday and thursday can be fun too. but you dont really get away with dressing up, drinking too much wine and be oversocial in the same way. even though we try. oh yes, we try.

dance dance dance

had plans today, but wasnt feeling that good, couldnt even get up from Qs bed for half an hour to go to brick lane coffe for a cappuccino. and thats really bad. guess thats what happens when you find yourself in a jaccuzzi with a bunch of french guys at 7 in the morning insted of beeing in bed.

heart skipped a beat

another saturdaynight in London. another serie of random events that led up to our walk of shame 8 in the morning. a pretty early walk of shame though! we met a lot of french people. and a lot of people workning with movie. and a very fascinating girl who worked as a drugdealer. she had spice girl boots and snorted her cocain from a key before climbing in to our toilet. there was also a guy in pink panter costume. charming indeed. edward was charming too. there was that very cute guy with a plaster on his forehead aswell.. he had it to cover up a pimple. There was a wierd gig with a wierd band with a wierd name. we like weird. C thought that she saw jack white, but we never figured out wether it was him or not.

And there was a lot of red wine and rum. naturally.