We are! Your friends!

Sometimes you get a reminder why you do what you do. Being a rockstar for a night, I could stop asking myself why I like getting drunk and fooling around. Owning a stage, with people following your every move, clapping when you clap, mimicking your dance moves - the megalomania was unstoppable. I felt like a puppeteer (?), holding the strings, making my little puppets dance. I felt like a vampire, glamoring my victims, enchanting them. I could never have done any of this though, if it wasn't for wonderful Jizz Junkie.

It was the perfect night out. Moderately drunk, Fab fab fab company, good mood, looking like a model (or at least thinking I did), all the guys after us, just dancing dancing dancing until they closed. And that stage, that stage will keep on reminding me why I love partying.

Playlist:
Suspekt - Sut den op fra slap
Medina - Kun for mig
Lady Gaga - Bad Romance
Justice Vs Simian - We are your friends

Panty face and Jizz junkie

Panty face and Jizz junkie had a wonderful time walking around a city they frequently get lost in. Things that happened were Panty face var dum vid Jizz junkie, som sa att Panty face skulle sluta var dum under henne. There also was smoking under dörruppgångar, late lunch at Tic Tac (there was some confusion to wether the name of the restaurant was Zic Zac, or was it Riff Raff?), "hola guapas" and a successful meeting at club S. Oh right, I forgot "Out of Juice" - a very nice bar with hot bartenders and cozy atmosphere. The day was concluded in: "Ohmygosh I'm so proud of you! I'm going to update my facebook status to: 'I'm best friends with a stripper!!!!!!!!!!' "

Anyway. Still woozy, lost and disoriented. Where is the fucking stability. At least I have a new computer now. Which I am fondling right now. Today there was a Pole, which Jizz junkie didn't abuse, but left in my care. I convinced him to eat China Box, which always upsets his stomach. Fun to talk about consistency of fecal matter while munching on fried shrimps in peanut sauce. Speaking of, I have to go take a crap.

Back. That was a good one. Moving on. Tonight there will be more adventures in the form of getting fjortis-drunk, go out chaperoning each other, hopefully find some fun guys to entertain ourselves with then a walk of shame back to my place in the morning. No one is safe when Patsy & Eddie is about the town. Just to clarify, Jizz junkie = Patsy. Panty face is more of a Eddie. At least all this adds up to more fun than dating an English guy who likes to eat chewing gum off the street. Cheerio.

Should I kill this thing?

So. I guess I am home. If I want to call this a home, I don't know. The weirdest feeling I've had in a superlong time. Woozy, dizzy, just sleep all the time. Hey I don't even know what to say.

In some ways it feels like this blog has outlived its purpose. On the other hand though, I know I'm going to need it sooner or later. On my better days I always feel like a normal, sane person. On my better days, I feel that this "thing" is completely useless, immature and banal. If it's spelled like that gosh I haven't practiced my english until I landed in this country and met IB:ers. Anyways! It's always good to have a place to vent. A diary? Nah, I always burn old diaries and regret it several years later. Yes, I have kept several diaries but all of them got burned. At the stake. Like evil witches coming to haunt me. Why why why did I burn the diary I wrote when I had anorexia... I mean, it could be very very interesting, and maybe even useful for others.

I diverged. I'm sorry. I guess I am back yeah. So weirded out by this place and can't stop thinking about all the things I miss. Where to begin? The sun. The warmth. The beach. The beer. Free drinks. And then after all that - The People. Nah just kidding - the people is what I miss the most. After the sun that is. Had to go to a Solarium today to get some endorphins running in my system. Start with a gym card, then the driving license, book some travels for Magaluf, Greece and all over Sweden, talk to my grandparents that I haven't seen in ages...

Life starts anew. Like a reborn I blink at the amazing world out there, at all the possibilities, all the roads I can take, all the crossings and meeting points I know lies ahead. So many choices. But whatever happens happens. Mañana mañana. Can't be bothered to get stressed, I will go wherever my life takes me, wherever I feel like going.

I think home is the people you love, not really the place. So in one way this IS my home. Cause I got people I love here. Y'all know who y'are. Today I met one of them. Tomorrow I'll meet another, and countless days after that. Cause I got the whole summer ahead of me, dedicated to people, places, and things that I love.