Like a princess (or someone from a 90’s soap opera)

Went to the hairdresser today. When i told her i havent cut my hair in a year she blanched. Then it was only praise. She told me that for not being cut in a year its amazing ans keep doing what i do. I dont need to colour it since the colour is perfect for me and I dont even need to buy expensive products cause what im doing is working.

She must be the worst sales person in the world…

 Princess hair. As you get when you go to the hairdresser.

My new skirt from asos. Thought i’d threw that in there when we are on the vanity thing.

Kiss away the pain with ice cream

Elin and me went to dinner yesterday. Bruschetta and sausage pasta at Jamie’s Italian. Like always we went for the same food. That’s how we roll. The food was really nice and we ended up sitting talking for hours. Finally we realized that the staff oogling us wasn’t because we looked awesome but rather since they wanted us out. Fine.

Leaving the place Oliver met up and him and me went for a snog before heading home to sofa, chillin and talk about the big and the small things in life.

 The goodie table at Snog. We (that means me) wanted it all

 but ended up with the healthy option

I tried to be artistic with my mermaid nails.

I paint the world in a thousand colours

I tried hard yesterday to make the world the place I know it is. I put on 80’s clothes (that always make me feel like i live in a movie), I went to the gym and did some running and I cooked Oliver and me a salad sitting on the balcony enjoying the pre summer night.

I then painted my nails in green metallic and played at being a hand model. With varied success. The world went by slowly outside and I put another day to sleep. As Kix wrote this morning – ‘today is a new day’

Things that make me cry

being here when all of you are there
saying good bye to the flat 
the smell of flowers 
watching glee
pictures of summer in Sweden
realizing i don’t have a home 
feeling adrift not knowing where I’ll end up
being so far away from my family
the text in the last blog entrance
finding it hard to smile
London at night
the look in your eyes when you cant help me
not being able to be hugged
songs of loneliness

waking up thinking this will be day it changes and then going to bed wishing the same again

A city in full bloom knocking me senseless

I saw the movie Moonrise Kingdom with Oliver and Miranda yesterday. It was sweet and Wes Anderson quirky. Traditionally we went to the japanese afterwards and indulged in food. Almost ashamed of saying this but when over eaten on food it’s almost a tiny bit too hot outside for me. I love it though, I dont have to freeze any longer.

Me and Oliver were planning on going to Scotland for the bank holiday coming up but we were to late so we’ll probably end up roaming the streets of London. I think it will be nice, easy and fun so not too bad after all.

Fat owls and fat bastards

Monday, office, summer, happiness. Life is not too bad after all. Sometimes I wonder if I would be constantly happy living in a sunny country but I think my gloomy disposition would catch up with me.

Saturday morning came with strawberries on the balcony

Before heading to the park desperately trying to catch some colour on our pale winter bodies. (Whatever happens Oliver is always the palest though)

In the evening we went to a wedding and I got told I looked like a princess. (Unfortunately all the nice pictures are on Olivers camera, Ill ask him to send them so I can upload them on the blog mum, I know you want to see pictures of me actually looking normal)

I stole parts of the table decorations

and we ended up eating kebab. Perfect end to a long day in the park and a beautiful wedding.

On Sunday we went to Canterbury. I photographed the cathedral for you Dad. We also got suck in a garden show.

And saw a weird looking owl.

Lots of cars (they seem to like that at the country)

Oliver jumped up on things taking pictures and I took pictures of him. As we do.

It was very beautiful though (if you didnt minded all the, to be honest, pasty looking, drunk, quite ugly people.)

My man did a small effort for summer. I could see how that almost made him cringe.

Ill hope the lilacs keep blooming all through my weekend

The sun keeps shining. Best thing about the human memory is out capacity to forget pain, it feels like its been warm for ages.

I’m taking Oliver out for dinner tonight, he wanted to go to a sicilian he heard about and I trust him blindly when it come to food so i’m all up for it. My plan is to stroll through the city, have a glass of wine and try out the new skirt i bought today before stuffing my face with italian delicacies.

Tomorrow is the wedding me and Oliver are going to. I need a dress. Tried to find one today but ended up buying lots of other things. Fail. Hopefully I’ll find something tomorrow, need to impress those fashion people.

Sunday we are heading down to Oliver’s late grandfathers house in Canterbury. Oliver found a copy of Axel Munthes ‘San Michele’ in hos book shelf. Good man.

Oliver was away last night, thats when dinner end up buying something as disgraceful as a bowl with peas and kaviar sandwiches.

‘Tell Issy I love her’ like hell yeah you do

The other day, when Oliver was going to show me the benefits of that annoying Siri* person that all apple people go on about he asked her to ‘send a message to Cissi saying I love her’

Siri, the bitch, answered by writing a text to Issy saying Oliver loves her. 

I mean, WTF. Issy would probably been happy (especially since Oliver isnt really sure who Issy is, I think she is an old date, girls with just their first name in your phone book usually is). Fortunately (for Siri, and possibly Issy, I didnt need to go all Kill Bill on their asses) Oliver stopped the message before it was sent.

F**ing Siri…

*Dad, Siri is the voice command on Iphone who you can tell to do all sorts of weird things.