There was a party. A nice one at that. The last weekend of real summer, by the sea. I'm listening to one of my favourite album of all times. Radiohead's Kid A. That puts me in a particular kind of mode that I like, sometimes. Saturday evening/night was the craziest in a long time. Stressed about getting older much? Must be the reason why a harmless cupcake party with the participants of numerous grown-up ladies ends up in a teenage-drunken-frenzy. Soon it's Monday. Isn't it always?
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Har suttit och fanstirrat pa din fina festbild - den ar sa harlig! Det ar som om man star dar i partytaltet och ser allting med egna, frascha ogon. Och jag kan inte annat an onska att jag kunde fa vara dar. Sa vackert!
Puss vannen!
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