I was in the worst mood ever yesterday most likely because I was missing my man so much since it was too many questions about us this weekend. I like to talk about him but I don't like questions about "when he might show up?" and "how does such a looong-distance relationship work for you?" because I can barely answer them myself. I don't like to not have the answers because it makes our relationship feel unserious. I just rather not think or talk about it at all. He is more like a imaginary boyfriend since he only exists, for the moment, in my dreams.
Anywho, I was chilling the whole weekend, skiing, making exercises, watching movies and drinking coffee with friends. Nothing over the ordinary but it was nice. The days gets more and more sunny here, and warmer thanks god. To sum up my weekend, I will do it by pictures (people complains about my long texts). I agree, photos are more fun.
To make myself feel better I put up hot pictures of myself (to the left) and my hot friends. My sister with her boyfriend to the right.
Or I go skiing but backwards, and make a great fall in the end of the slope.
Or we are the enoying customers at the coffee shop. Lula (to the left and right) is not too happy with the chocolate balls but her son is in a singing good mood.
Today my missions are to wake up and get this pain out of my body, painkillers someone? No, I wouldn't go that far (or would I?) I just need to start organizing but my nerves always bring me down. Sometimes I feel like I just wanna puke and this is the day, but hey, you can't always be little miss sunshine. Happiness is a condition that changes, I wonder if there actually are permanent happiness and what will bring you there. Don't you want your fairytale ending? I guess I'm just watching too many fantasy movies, I watched Big fish last night and I love it.
Now I will have to start my day with eating something, probably a sandwich with smoked ham from the locals. People thinks I go hunting my very own reindeer and elk to put on my sandwich but I rather make it easy for myself so I buy it at ICA. I don't know how the guys in the southern sweden do, do you go hunting your sweet lambs and chop them for dinner? Comentadlo sí quieren o son tres idiomas demasiado por ti?
/The end
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