Spuds at Spud Bar. So awesome. I love that Anna works there, she makes us amazing spuds for awesome prices. Stuart suuu handsuum in this photo. Hate that mr. coca cola can is in it though. Im suffering from a lot of political correctness anxiety these days. Dont wanna support that shit. I saw a chicken transport last night on the high way, was the worst shit Ive ever seen. In the rain, crammed on top of each other. Im never eating eggs again. Fuck. Why does 99% of all products come from or condone some kind of bad shit?

I was suppose to get tattooed last Saturday! Ive been waiting for weeks, had a consultation and all that. Then two days prior to the appointment I receive a mail with the tattooist saying he cant get my piece together and cancelled the session. Sux. Well, I guess I just have to look elsewhere :( boh.

I had an interview instead. At an Italian restaurant/bar in the city, it went so well that I got the job. Boo-ya!

We had a surprise party for Jordan later that day. Everyone get pretty wasted. Stuart had the night off. And we also spent our first night in our new house that night. Here’s some pics:

Picking up all the boys after the interview.

*monkey*

We played the waiting game for quite some time.

It got fuckin cold so we started a fire. Ah, not me, I just enjoyed watched and contributed with random Oh’s and Ah’s.

Milp

*Cavemen*

Then we went inside, turned the lights off and attacked Jordan yelling surprise at his arrival.

Börfday hugs were delivered.

Vinny the Poo was royally fucked. Highly entertaining.

Stuart with a ciggie as usual.

2 cute.

Mr and Mrs Featha

And my sickness is getting worse! I did buy some funny liquid medicine today. I feel less ill but the price I have to pay is the sensation of having a set of balls in my throat, dangling and encouraging me to spew.

Yep, just havin my morning cereal..

A lot has changed since summer. One of the most imperative things though is the fact that I dont have any Swedish peeps left, meaning I never speak Swedish anymore. I do practice it in writing and I probably read it daily more or less, but the spoken words are left out. Therefore, I seem to have re-fallen in love with Kent.

Kent is Sweden’s best (and lately most successful) pop group. Their lyrics and tunes have accompanied me for seven years and the love today is as strong as the day we met. Just different. I used to cry to their lyrics and feel like the saddest little emo in town (roughly; its beautiful whining about heart sorrow and feeling little and lost).  Now the attraction lays within the way they use our language. I can try and translate what they sing, but the actual beauty would just end up lost in translation.

And while were on the subject. Im tryin to teach Stuart some Swedish (we haven’t got that far to be honest). Yesterday I taught him: Ett, Två, Tre = One, Two, Three. And Klara, Färdiga, Gå! = Ready, Set, Go!

And it was the funniest shit. Im not sure, but I may have pissed myself a little bit. There is just something about people with other native tongues tryin to articulate words and its just wrong, proves how fucking massive languages are, ey!  Stu saying färdiga sounded exactly like farliga which actually means dangerous!

Haha, when me, Sara & Linda were at a festival in Spain somewhere these guys started squatting our camp. And we made them say rather unchristian and homo erotic things, promising it didn’t mean anything bad, gay or dirty. We were just laughing ourselfs crying cause “it sounded so funny”.  *Evil Cuties*

But I would never do something like that to Stue!

..Or would I? Mwhihihihihihi

The pain, the agony! *swollen 6 year old* Guess its okay for me to consume two litres of ice cream and watch Disney all night after work. Uh.. work.

Something about my boyfriends new name, Royal-Black, leaves me rather unsettled. Is it just me or does it remind you of some kind of high tech space ship dildo? A black big ass dildo? Like “oh, choose between our fine selection of black dildos here from Interracial Masturbation Ab; The Dark Emporer, Your Best Nightmare or the ever so popular Stuart Royal-Black Mack.

I dunno, I performed some research on the phenomena through some good old fashioned googling. The results when googling Royal-Black mainly lead me to sneakers or horses. I even tried googling Royal-Black without the filter (filter on=nuthin drrrty) but yeah no black big ass dildos. Im not sure if thats says more about the obviously lame and un-inventive porn idustry or me.

Thank you for six amazing months, sir.

Dude, the würst translator evür. Didnt really get my point across on this one.

Drag me to Hell! Sam Raimi! Ive seen 30 seconds of it during a preview screening at work and ran out of the cinema; my heart pulling triple vaults in my little birdcage. Good potential to be some scary shiet.. Mmm.

Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince. Common, its Harry!

Public Enemies. American gangsters John Dillinger, Baby Face Nelson and Pretty Boy Floyd, crime, guns, fast cars, naked ladies in the 1930’s. Cooool.

Where the Wild Things Are. The trailer made me weep real tears<3

District 9. I trust you, Peter Jackson. You are a mad dog.

Inglorious Basterds. Not only is it a Tarantino film, its about slaughtering fuckin nazis. Im in, you sexy freak!

It’s a good year.

Its seems like the next two years will be unearthly expensive and most likely leave me in debt for the rest of my life..

.. so, pretty keen on this illegal immigrant thing. Tips anyone?

Sunday night; Brüno at the drive-in! We got lost trying to get there so we missed the first 15 minutes, and leaving we got lost again. Epic fail. Love the drive-in though! And so fucken funny that Lutz, Brünos gay side-kick/slave, is Swedish? Representin!

Went to Vinny the Poo’s restaurant afterwards for some fuud. I had tofu. I am bean curds biggest fan.

Monday morning; got up early in the am, got dressed and took the train to work. Found out I wasnt working! Got really disappointed and the tiredness made me angry! So I bought an outfit to make me happy again! Yey!

Stuey picked me up and we had pizza, snoozed and watched funny shit all day. Monday in a Sunday suit.

Who did it, who get it, who done it like me? You! Who wishin, who frontin, who want it from me? You! Come get it, you want it and its nuttin to me and you!

Stu is playing with his boys and you know what they say;
when the cat’s away, the mice will play x_O

Shotgun!

At 1030 I finished work and hurried to Leo and Barnys house where I put my partypants aka goth outfit on. Had a little pose off with Barny.

Then we cabed to Fitzroy to Jonnys birthday party with za theme goth vs. new romance.
In the morning i read my book and kicked it with Radar in bed while Stu..

..got us some food from Viet Rose! Laska soup! Mmmmm!

And now were gonna head off to the drive-in to see Brüno! I love my hangover days.

Movin into this mansion next month!