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I was talking to my mother the other day, and she asks, mind if I tidy up your room a little? Ingeborg is coming and she could use it as a guest room.
Answers I, Okay, as long as you don't call me to complain about the mess.
What does she do today? Call to complain about the mess. I felt myself getting into a bad mood, but then dad, bless him, takes the phone from mother and tells me she's stressed in this overbearing, kinda-amused tone, and then it was funny again.
So, dad, thank you. I haven't thanked you a lot over the years, I guess - you were always dragging me to things I did not want to attend when I was little. But you're a good guy.
I wonder how Kriss is feeling today. She was going to this high school-themed party yesterday, everybody being required to dress up as American high school clichés. I borrowed her one of my corsets and did her goth make-up, so it should have been a success ;)
Kriss as a goth is a bit wrong, she's much too tanned for it. I found myself wanting to go to the party too. Then I thought about it for a moment and realized I didn't want to go to the party as much as I just wanted to dress up and look oddly elegant for the evening, so I stayed at home and missed Janne a bit.
If she had been here we could have dressed up for the heck of it and just wandered around, cameras in hand. Maybe we still should? I think I'll ask her. She's coming home from Prague tomorrow, and chances are she might be in the mood for some dress-up.
Tasks for today include tidying up this room, cleaning some and finishing up an essay for school. I don't feel too much like doing any of it at the moment, I confess. It's beautiful and sunny tonight, but not too cold or windy, and I'm wearing a skirt - I want to go out there and just enjoy the day for a time. Ligge i grønne enger...
Well, tidying first, and then we'll see if the sun remains as tempting.
Answers I, Okay, as long as you don't call me to complain about the mess.
What does she do today? Call to complain about the mess. I felt myself getting into a bad mood, but then dad, bless him, takes the phone from mother and tells me she's stressed in this overbearing, kinda-amused tone, and then it was funny again.
So, dad, thank you. I haven't thanked you a lot over the years, I guess - you were always dragging me to things I did not want to attend when I was little. But you're a good guy.
I wonder how Kriss is feeling today. She was going to this high school-themed party yesterday, everybody being required to dress up as American high school clichés. I borrowed her one of my corsets and did her goth make-up, so it should have been a success ;)
Kriss as a goth is a bit wrong, she's much too tanned for it. I found myself wanting to go to the party too. Then I thought about it for a moment and realized I didn't want to go to the party as much as I just wanted to dress up and look oddly elegant for the evening, so I stayed at home and missed Janne a bit.
If she had been here we could have dressed up for the heck of it and just wandered around, cameras in hand. Maybe we still should? I think I'll ask her. She's coming home from Prague tomorrow, and chances are she might be in the mood for some dress-up.
Tasks for today include tidying up this room, cleaning some and finishing up an essay for school. I don't feel too much like doing any of it at the moment, I confess. It's beautiful and sunny tonight, but not too cold or windy, and I'm wearing a skirt - I want to go out there and just enjoy the day for a time. Ligge i grønne enger...
Well, tidying first, and then we'll see if the sun remains as tempting.