table for one

i spent the entire day by myself today, it was just one of those beautiful chilly days. skipped class, and after some bank stuff in the morning, i went shopping. one gina tricot sweater (and another covetted http://shop.hm.com/se/?action=viewcampaign617collection&page=13&subpage=3) and way too much money later, i wondered why it's so hard to find the perfect pair of jeans. is it like great loves, and you only find so many pairs that fit you absolutely perfectly? so i also had one of those days where nothing bottom-wise fit, and sweden makes NOTHING intended for child-bearing bengali hips... pah.

californication is a good show. david duchovny makes me feel like home. <3>

here's to me

so, three false starts aside, i'm finally blogging. skål!

the first couple of times, i was deterred and just plain thrown by the fact that everything appeared in swedish. but i'm back, with six months under my belt, and let's be straight, a bigger dictionary. (it really is fabulous, red and glossy).

distinct feeling of righteous self-satisfaction.