torsdag 28 oktober 2010

hej hallå vad händer bobobobobaaaaaaah nu ska jag sova
you know you're not that great when you drink in the afternoon.

"That creepy guy gave me your hat,
Right before you arrived in my room,
You know you shouldn't ever look at anyone like that,
You know you're not that great when you drink in the afternoon.

Now I wouldn't want to chance anything,
It's far too early in the morning,
I should probably eat and you should probably sleep,
I think that banging on the wall is a warning.

I heard your brand new song,
On the radio,
And it made me remember,
Why I love you so.
And the bit about the summer,
Well I know what you mean.

It's funny because I saw your sister on TV,
She's nearly as famous as you now I see,
Singing at that all inclusive in Spain,
Washing her hair in the warm rain.

And all the nuns are out,
Parading the square,
The bells are ringing,
There's a crack in the grain of the chair,
And the mess on the floor,
Reminds me of last night
.

I told the doorman that you were my wife,
As he picked me up and threw me outside,
Well that Kaftan guy had it coming from the start,
It's all coming back so heavy every part.

Does this make any sense?
Are you getting the gist?
There's no other way to reach you,
Since on being apart you insist
I'm sure you won't hear mine
the way that I hear yours."
och det komiska är att man försöker flytta så långt bort som möjligt, men det förändrar ändå inte ett jävla skit. detta är helt jävla löjligt, vad fan är det som pågår?

måndag 11 oktober 2010

välkommen till världen.


inatt föddes äntligen min systerdotter Audrey. välkommen hit, underbaring, vi har längtat!

soft sable


look #53

torsdag 7 oktober 2010


håller på och redigerar bilder på looks jag har gjort. tänkte på något vis vidarebefordra
dem till skolan i london, sminkskolan jag ska söka till. kommer jag in kommer jag börja i aug 2011. excitement!

krulla dig


"ahhhh come on, you twat. fucking tosser"

tit

wazz crackalackin ! jeeezus, nu har jag varit skins-addicted i en vecka. igen. den serien jagar en förfan! snurrar hela dygnet och mindfuckar så jävla hårt. man får grov england-längtan. skumt att jag längtar till ett land som framstår som ett smutsigt, knarkande råtthål. good one, yeah.

02.56 - igen. maaaah.