appreciate being here once in a while. like ten months ago (again!). was going to write "still the same", but no. not everything. been spending the last four months in the cold norwegian woods, or at least close to. doing nothing but carrying books and drinking red wine. and of course doing things i probably shouldn't be doing, but still am. meeting the man of my dreams over and over again for example. as in the dreams i used to dream a year ago. the present dream is something like a clean and sunny place and lots and lots of people i miss and love more than anything else. god, i really do miss some of my ..persons. the girl who knows everything about me, the boys who spend their days in other countries. and soon i'll be missing my new family. the lovely men i share house and job with. it's a shitty situation, always missing someone. but at the same time always loving so much. even though i often dream of not being able to use my precious brain for thinking of stuff, i do love it at the same time. all these wonderful human beings that seem to appreciate my company. love.
what else. still wishing i'd use my camera more. and my writing skills should be shown to the world. not much writing here i'll tell you. half a page and then i'm lost. no concentration, nothing. my princess wife is spending here time so far away, not just as in miles and miles. the redhead supposed to be me is talking to her self, being mad, being happy. lack of nutrition. still eating more than ever. hating loving her. me.

what now? guitar or a nostalgic moment avec mes...pictures.