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Damn it. When I've finally gotten the prescription and whne to the pharmacy yesterday and picked the delayment-pills up what happends this morning? My period arrives. Shit. Which means I probably won't be able to use the delayment-pills where a total loss of time and all the time I spent worrying about them and fixing them was just... useless. Greeeat. And to top it off, I have to down more painkillers cause my stomach is currently hurting like a bitch. Woo. Isn't life just... wonderful??
Today I'm off to Gothenburg to see mom and go to a café with her and keep her oblivious to the fact that I'm off to London for 10 days and that I'm a heavy smoker (wish me luck with that, yes?). Hah. Good luck with that, huh? Then I'll meet Salle, as soon as I've sneaked away from my mom, and probably go to a café with him aswell. And also I'm going shopping. Looking for shooooes and lingerie and a nice dress under which I can wear pants cause it would basically be suicide to go out without pants underneath. I hate this cold weather so much!
Am starting school again tomorrow, and have written about half a page on the computer on my generalization/racism essay for the English C-course. I just know that Bobo will force me to have it done before my trip. Damn it.
I'm in huge need of a cigarrette. Really. Stina will come and visit when I'm home from London, she and Ida are off to Copenhagen this weekend (Ida will most definitly be getting weed in Christiania).
Today I'm off to Gothenburg to see mom and go to a café with her and keep her oblivious to the fact that I'm off to London for 10 days and that I'm a heavy smoker (wish me luck with that, yes?). Hah. Good luck with that, huh? Then I'll meet Salle, as soon as I've sneaked away from my mom, and probably go to a café with him aswell. And also I'm going shopping. Looking for shooooes and lingerie and a nice dress under which I can wear pants cause it would basically be suicide to go out without pants underneath. I hate this cold weather so much!
Am starting school again tomorrow, and have written about half a page on the computer on my generalization/racism essay for the English C-course. I just know that Bobo will force me to have it done before my trip. Damn it.
I'm in huge need of a cigarrette. Really. Stina will come and visit when I'm home from London, she and Ida are off to Copenhagen this weekend (Ida will most definitly be getting weed in Christiania).