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dear diary

yesterday i was really drunk. after i puked and got off the bus i walked between two fields when the ipod suddenly played håkan hellströms jag vet inte vem jag är men jag vet att jag är din. i ran the fastest i could while singing the lyrics out loud and lifted my arms up like it was my wings, it was beautiful, "i felt alive", it made me so happy that i started to laugh for myself.

now astrid is home and my need for skin is fulfilled.

my friend johanna is getting a studio next season, and i'll have full access to it, looking forward to work with my talents as i wish to call... it.

love,
perhan

hi there again

i've been in bed all morning and now i'm making a playlist on spotify, this far it's only the stooges and imperiet, maybe i'll post it here later

i wonder what would happen if the ground would change place with the sky, would you fall up or down?

soon time to feed the horses and then, kir!

hugs,
your prince

dear diary

today astrid left for london

im going to be drunk with some help from my new friend caprice kir

the sun is shining and im going to wear cut off raw denim jeans aka shorts, a very slutty grey tank top, a t-shirt which is cut in half like a baseball shirt without buttons that is grey, my LA Kings cap and i have not picked out the shoes yet, im thinking i'll go with my suede yohji yamamoto boots but they'll get so warm. maybe just a pair of white converse will do the trick

yours truly
the chef