It’s not at all like the last two summers; it’s like the summer before them. And I’m not sure if that should be wonderful or terrifying.

And anyway, I hate summers.

three days kids

( How reading old, abandoned e-mail accounts is the one thing that can change your whole life )

Get a call at 2 a.m. last night. “Evie? Hi Evie!” Gibberish, gibberish. WTF? Is this one of Krista’s skating gals? Milly is suddenly speaking. They’re all drunk. You’re drunk? The fuck? Dancing cows what now? Nooooo, just tipsy. Aha, just tipsy. Good luck with that hang over hun ( Read more... )

An amazing weekend should by law consist of ( Read more... )

In front of my nine-year-old sister yesterday:
“Yea, well at least I have NORMAL sex, Ian!”

My god, I love the fact that I can have night get-togethers in an empty house, and invite who ever the hell I want, without my parents questioning it. Now if I could only get my sister to be out of the house on those nights...

One more thing though. Mike? ( Read more... )

Today. Stressful and altogether unpleasant.
Tonight. Bad news ruining the great mood.

Cirque Du Soleil. As amazing as the company.

Was it all worth it?

Hell yes.

I AM FUCKING LEGAL ( Read more... )

When I was little, I was a big fan of Swedish children literature.

Kids, you have no idea how awesome the Moomins are.
I just relived my childhood.

I have a sneaking suspicion that one of my parents rummaged through my bag. Not that there is a reason to think that, other than the fact that the pack of cigarettes I had in there for the past month has suddenly disappeared. I’m kinda under the impression that it was my dad who took it, since he always goes into my room when he needs some matches ( Read more... )