Monday, August 12

Eyes on the ball

Sorry to bother you with this dear readers, but this pseudo conversation is just so funny. Call Jonathan, yes I might do that. No, not that Jonathan, the other one. So, this woman holding her cellphone up to the right reflects her background and there is a ball on the lawn that moves in and out of the picture. It's very exciting to watch. I just told my friend the other day that making a change in your appearance is a good way to give the gossipers something new and different to talk about, unless their main focus is on appearances exclusively. I walked by a football field today on an unexpected evening stroll. Scavenging for leftovers.Can't let the white sideburns show.

Thursday, August 8

The Bills are piling up

When you can't decide which one is cuter.

Andreas was always nagging that we should have a threesome with Harry, which never happened btw,  but I think Andreas and Harry had a threesome with some blondie before I entered their lives. So in this scenario I'm not Miranda, more Olivia. Wonderful character.

I should bill Hollywood for profiting on my life.

Sunday, August 4

My main concern right now

Will Zlatan lick my pussy?

This is where I met Avicii in 2017. 

The Country Club in Durban. 
He was staring at me.
I asked C: who are those people?
C: Maybe it's someone you know. 
Me: I don't know.
Jeans shorts and blue or grey hoodie, sitting 10 meters away. 
Just staring. 
Maybe he though that if he talked to me he would change his mind. 
If I only had known. 

Wednesday, July 31

I miss South Africa

These warm and dark summer nights when I'm sitting up writing on my essay make me miss South Africa, the granny flat and the family I was staying with. Hearing people talking outside the kitchen, cars coming and going, doors, footsteps and peaking out behind the curtains to see who was up and who was not. The sound of the monkeys running on the rooftops and dogs barking.

Monday, July 29

Puzzleface is sold.

To a happy couple who saw it on the outdoors art exhibition Konst i det gröna in Luleå, Sweden.  Congratulations to them and compliments on the good taste. Thank you. :)

Sunday, July 28

Graveyard reading

Every Saturday I have a live session at Cleos Tarot on Facebook. Today it was so warm that I decided to do it outdoors in the Boulogner forest, which is a park and green area in the city. It also has a cemetery. My first thought was to find the newly built labyrinth in the park, but I was running out of time, as the live sessions are scheduled at 7pm, so I decided to go for the cemetery instead, thinking it will be nice and tranquil and not so many people. It's a very nice cemetery, well cared for with fresh flowers everywhere. I was looking for a place to sit and found these benches in between two memorial gardens, but as soon as I sat down ants started crawling up my legs, so I had to find another spot. I found a nice spot in the grass in one of the memorial gardens. It felt a bit strange to do a live reading there in the graveyard, but I took out my tarot cards, angel cards and animal cards and everything went fine. It was a nice session.  There is absolutely no particular point in me telling you this. The story has nothing witty, no pun. It was just pleasant all together. Peaceful. The session are always 30 minutes long. When I walked away I stopped at one tombstone in particular. I don't know why I stopped there. The stone was pretty, black with golden text and a white dove on top. It was a man's grave. Someone who had died young, born in the 80's. Very common Swedish names. I know a handful with the same first name and a handful with the same last name. Two people came to mind immediately. An unlikely duo to have any connection with each other. Both nice people though. Goodhearted. The same message came up in the cards during the session, which was to reconnect with old friends or family members. Maybe I should press like on the last posts of the unlikely duo then. Which is how people reconnect these days. 

Friday, July 26

Shopping malls are cool

As in air conditioned, not particularly cool otherwise. The heat is incredible and there is no beach nearby. My brain is numbing down and forgetting everything. I poured coffee in my juice glass. I usually have no problems with heat and warm weather, but these past days have been a torment.

Classical music is supposed to be good for the brain. I remembered that.

I have no idea what they are talking about, but it sounds cool and I'm pretty sure listening to Polish is also good for the brain.

Maybe it's time to polish off a classic..what?