Here I am on the train on the way back to my home city. Have had a wonderful weekend in Stockholm visiting M, who lives there. Arrived on the Friday evening and went almost directly to a comedy club where we ate and watched some great comedians. It was me, M, M's uncle and his girlfriend, J and a girl I keep forgetting the name of. It was a nice start and around eleven it ended and we all went home to sleep. M has a room at Södermalm. Really nice room, almost everything is white and she has the highest bed ever. It took me 'til last night to discover there was a footstool that you could use to come into the bed. Yesterday was shopping day! Oh yeah. No more shopping stop, although I almost have it again 'cause I bought so much expensive stuff. Oups. Was at Urban Outfitters, Agent Provocateur, ACNE, American Apparel and a lot of other shops. Bought underwear for almost four thousand... hehe. And a fish-eye camera, the Carin Wester blouse I've lobged for, a couple of tees and nail polish. Nice stuff. The AP-experience was quite bizarre, but so fun! Tried maybe 20 different bras and I've never felt so comfortable in trying on so little things. Then we met up J to go to Fotografiska. That was nice. Pretty pictures and all. After that we went home and changed. Then it was time for dinner! We ended up at this little pizza shop called Pizzahatt (hehe, every time I write these names I imagine that they have a radar on or something and they find my blog, which no one reads anyway so it doesn't matter what I write FYI). Very nice and very cozy and very Instagram and very delicious pizzas. Then we went to Grill and drank a drink. I was tired so we went home. Watch The Pink Panther and I laughed. And went to sleep.
Today we woke up and brunched at the best brunching place ever, went for a stroll in the sunshine, wound up at a apartment showing (or whatever it's called) and got the plansches for WOW. Perfect sunday. Perfect weekend.
I don't deserve it though. I broke the girl code last Thursday. All for a stupid boy whom (hope it's the right use of 'whom') I don't even think is good-looking when I'm sober. Fucking brilliant, uh? I don't really know what happened. I can't blame it on the alcohol. 'Cause that's what dumb people do. Although I had drunk two Smirnoffs, 5 beers and wine. Then the making out begun. Don't know what I did for. I knew that J has been obsessed with this boy since... forever. But at first it was just fun and nice talking to him. He's really nice and all. And we were a gang that talked. Not just him and me. Then... people dropped off. I met people I knew. I was drunk. Drink drank drunk. Yep. So stupid. OK. Why did I do it? I think it was partly ego-boosting 'cause that boy sure knows how to play it, partly... no. It was only different types of ego-boosting now when I think about it. Anyways. The feeling the day after when I leaved the people and my city behind was so good. But now I'm going back. Gonna meet J the first thing. I'm so nervous about it. Mostly because I know how she can make me feel so much worse with her presence only. I've never hurt her before. Not this way. But I have to meet her right away. Not ignore the problem like I usually do. So wish me luck or something. I'm going to need it.
