Memories keep me awake late at night.

Almost feel like a person today. I’m counting on being down and out until thursday but after my pearl barley pomegranate dinner yesterday my insides are cleaner (but very relative as in those rings of hell)

Me and Kix discussing which drink to do next from Dr Richards bar. Absinth? Menthe? Champagne? New boobs? The possibilities are endless when you are being entertained by a french plastic surgeon

Crashing a wedding. Trying to get the dad to dance with me. Finally his wife grew tired of me and danced. Look how happy that made her. Dancing is good for the soul. 

Pink champagne at 8 in the morning. Euro trash!

Wedding crashers. Who don’t want three swedes blessing their arabian wedding?

A jacuzzi without water. Perfect for sexy crawling. Make love to the camera. 

 Day three. Jump back up on that horse.

Owning the Latin Quarters. Then go eat kebab for dinner and drink horrible wine. End the night stinking dead rat surrounded by gorgeous models. Be very, very happy.

We travel the world and party. Slap dancing our way through Europe. Sometimes we sleep for an hour or two. Then we find a glass of vodka and start singing again.

Botox? The only way to get rid of those wrinkles is some late night exercise.

 Do you want a caffeine tablet in your drink? Not? Oooops! It’s just caffeine i promise…

But it was such a handsome horse

Last day of being poor. Took my 10k walk home from work and made myself a traditional left over dinner. It was pretty good for being a ‘clean he fridge’ dinner. Tonight something thought through and amazing.

After my dinner I went to see war horse with Oliver’s family. It was interesting. A love story about a horse. Not since Black Beauty have a horse been portrayed so unsettling. (Dad – it was like Pearl Harbor. All sighs, long looks and I love you’s. But with a horse. A horse getting caught in barb wire and all of a sudden there is a slapstick scene. A horse that makes men paint endless drawings. A horse that understands what you say. A miraculous horse.)

The cinema is cool though. And I had salty candy and a gorgeous man at my side.

The uber bitch from hell

I was a bitch last night. Poor Oliver. For some reason I was feeling generally shitty and should know better than to be around people.

My amazing boyfriend cooked me bangers and mash and I sat on the sofa and sulked. He did an effort to stroke my hair and talk me out of it. I kept on sulking. When watching Deadwood I decided to fall asleep and when he woke me up to give me a massage I was generally pissed off.

This morning I kicked him out with an angry face.

Not my finest moment.