Hogdalen Based
It is a very lazy Saturday afternoon here in Hogdalen. It is cold and snowy outside and I feel like hibernating. I am drinking tea and listening to Leonard's David Bowie cd. All's good!
Pierre and Mattias came over last night. Pierre was the one I met on New Year's Eve and told me that he hated Americans. I was so shocked by that (jeez, who wouldn't be?) that I mumbled something about: " Well, that's a personal problem. I never voted for Bush. In fact, I had organised demonstrations in San Francisco protesting Bush and the war..." He didn't listen to what I was saying, just kept going on and on with his racist views of my country. I then told him if hated America so much maybe he should throw out his hip-hop cds stop watching "Friends" and drinking coke. Hypocrtite. My friend Anja stood up for me and yelled at him in Swedish! Big Hug to Anja! She is so awesome. Nonetheless, I felt I felt like shoving my foot up his ugly, racist ass. It is really hard being an American right now. But I did run into Pierre at a bar a few weeks ago and he apoligized to me profusly saying he was really drunk at the time, blah, blah, blah. It was big of him to apoligize. We have the same circle of friends so we should at least be polite to each other. I also really adore his brother, Mattias. He is such a sweetheart! I wondered how those two could be related...But Pierre was nice last night and we talked some over cigrattes. I forgive him.
My big brother Martin send me a care package from the States! It was filled with all kinds of my favorite foods from home! He is such a sweetheart...I miss him like crazy. Well, I need to finish some letters. I'll end here...