Je suis amoureuse
Släpa mig hem
Aujourd'hui:
On est allé pour fair du Super-Minigolf at Punch. Imagine une Charlotta, one handicaped 25 year old man in a black t-shirt, and a super golfshot by my lovely C. Well, the ball hits the wheelchaired man, gets into his wheelchair, which makes the small innocent shot end up in a pinballgame where the wheelchair is the playground. As if it wasn't enough, where Charlotte followed by this lovely smiling wheelchair til we left the building, but I'm still laughing.
And after another gymadventure with Fjänny (we waited waited waited complained complained WHY the yoga class was starting too late. 15 minutes later we realise we didnt wait outside the right door. Great. ), on my bikingway home, I pass two Jesus-Christian-Churchie-mormon guys (the englishspeakin guys in suit and backpack who says hi to EVERYBODY). Just infront of them, there's a black cat crossing the street. Oh great, I don't want bad luck for the rest of my life. So at the very moment they HEY HEY-me, I turn my head and make a big fat splash-spit behind my shoulder.
No bad luck for me, and I'm no longer welcome in mormons-sect anymore. TOO BAD!
Och i natt i natt i natt är det duuu är det jaaaag.
Eller inte. Men koncert är det, på B&B med kusin på scen: Vapnet spelar! KOM!
We're the Ones Who Draw a Picture, and Proclaims That it's Art
il n'y a aucune drogue au monde qu'on puisse comparer avec le fait de jouer de la musique - Pete Doherty
En natt med Håkan Bråkan Kråkan
Konversation med kusin kusin Simon, gitarrist i Håkans band efter konserten.
Är han verkligen så skön på riktigt, Håkan?
Näee tvärtom! Asså han är så SJUUKT dryg, riktig diva faktiskt.
VA?????
Näe, skoja bara.
Men herregud, ge mig inte hjärtatack så där spontant!!
Fast i och för sig, ja, min bild av goa håkan har ju helt förstörts sen jag gick med i hans band.
VAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?
Jag skojar ju bara.
Oh... tur....
Vi är Lördagens Änglar som virvlar på stan
After sunset we went to make Linnéa's work at the upperclass-hotell unsafe. And this is where I want to work, so much!
Linnéa Birnbo only sits on a chair in the empty wardrobe, and say hi to the people passing. AND she wears a Sgt. Pepper goes Starwars - uniform. To not be lamer than her, me and JennPenn put on the only two jackets in the wardrobe: the watchman-suits - and woohaa we are transformed into huge-shouldered bodyguards, wearing sunglasses.
And then the boss came. THE boss I wanna get the work from.
So, very undiscretely, we sink down, laughing as much as I couldn't breath, to hide under the table. And he didn't see us when he passed. He should be gone a minute later, so we pop up our sunglass covered heads and huge shoulders, and woha! the boss is face to face. Hello, my name is Cecilia, could I please join your staff? At least Linnéa hasn't been fired. Yet.
Per Gessle går ut från toan.
Två tjejer: NÄÄÄ men det är ju PER GESSLE!! Wooow!!! .. men ... är han verkligen så KORT?
Tjejerna vänder på klacken och går iväg.
