Lenameddomfinabena

In the tunnel I noticed I had a choice of three. While I thought it very kind of them to offer me this, I do wonder if they realize what a dilemma they were sanding to face me.

The trouble was if I looked at your reflection in the left window, I missed the actual image of you and your reflection in the right, and if I looked in the right I had the same problem but the other way around. At first I thought I should probably settle on one of the mirrors as they were soon to disappear, but that idea quickly wilted and my attention was back to center occasionally checking on either side.

I must say I did question the authenticity of your nap a few minutes before. As the train left I suspected it could have been a device to avoid conversation. I barely considered this for a moment, however, when a heavy breath and a gulping sound, that I decided would be too embarrassing to fake, led me to conclude that your nap wasn't fraudulent.

I found it difficult to concentrate on anything else as you slumped beneath your coat.

Delighted that we´d waited until this hour to travel so the evening soon got its opportunity to skip across those sleeping cheeks, but unnerved by the prospect of being removed from the opposing chair of yours. I knew it was reserved, but hoped whoever had reserved it had fallen over.

It looked as if today I'd be safe; the train wasn't too busy, but I did take a moment to recall a time when I was less fortunate. I remember it with a chilling divinity when we were on the way to Brighton. I knew it was going to be his seat as soon as I saw him on the platform, unzipping, checking, zipping and re-checking things. Something about his face suggested that he'd for years had a moustache and had not long since removed it.

He wasn't going to think twice about disposing of me; especially considering that he´d get the chance to sit with you.

Måste bara skriva ett fint inlägg till världens bästa vän!
(klychor är till för att klychas)

Självinsikt. Hon förstår allting man säger till henne. Hon lyssnar, är den enda jag känner som kan lyssna och hon lever som hon lär. Hon ger en råd som ingen annan, eller som någon som levt i 150 år. Ingen kan trycka ner henne och hon har förstått begreppet med att vara stark; med andra ord, den smartaste kvinnan jag känner. *thumbs up, colgate smile*.

Jag har bestämt min hårhistoria: 

•  Först ska jag klippa mig (ja vet... igen.) Det har blivit ganska långt nu. Fast denna gång ska det klippas till en aning kortare (mmhmm.)
  
• Sen när det växt ut, till vår/sommar, så ska jag (japp ja har bestämt mig) permanenta det. Till feta lockar, vill ha det affro, hoppas bara på att det blir lyckade lockar. Tills den tiden så har Lovisa i min klass förmodligen permanentat sitt så ja kommer få en del gratis info från henne, plus att ja får vara lockig och fin till sommaren. Japp, allting genomtänkt.
  
•  Senare efter det (ca. ett halvår senare) så ska det klippas till. För som ni säkert vet sliter det en del på håret och det behöver gro ut i frächt igen, utan massa fejkvågithår. 

-Det blir ofta inte som man har tänkt sig, men man kan ju alltid ha nått i tankarna iallafall.

Vårt KÄRA, kära brit-band Oasis kommer till Swéden. Tro mig, gott folk, det var endast lycka som rusade när jag såg en bild på osexiga Liam Gallagher & c:o på ticnet.se.
 
Tyvärr tog ståplatserna slut på sekunder så jag fick nöja mig med en sittplats...ensam.
MEN DET ÄR SÅ VÄRT DET!!



 hett eller vad?