sick
igår var sjukt.
riktigt jävla sjukt,
jag blev totalt stuned, speachless och alla andra passande synonymer.
jag och emilia went out yesterday at notting hill arts club, oh fuck it i will writte everything in english.
anyway, we went out, had an awesome time, the house beer was to cheap. dangerous,
we got waisted, and I start talking to a guy, and it turns out that he's morrissey's former personal assistent.
and i freaked. morrissey's personal assistent. insane,
so we start talking about music and shit, and then it turns out that he play in a band, wich is famous for everyone except us. basically,
and on some weird devine, they're playing at koko on friday.
im going and im gonna be their photographer.
it's so sick,
and i am crazy in love with this city.
i dont know why im typing in english.
but hey, fuck it
/ velma
