Light-headed and aloof

A messy me in august 2011, longer hair, more flesh around the bones, someone I don't recognize that well

I usually hate self-portraits and I end up hating each and every one I've ever taken, except the ones where I don't look like myself. There's something so exceptionally vulnerable about the ones that do look like me. It makes me rather uncomfortable and they end up in the bin.

If everything works according to plan, I might be leaving Helsinki for a short while pretty soon. I finally did send that message where I said jag kommer and I don't regret it. Now if everything works out I'll be spending two or three days living with the boy who said that us living together would be an unbearable rollercoaster ride. Hopefully we'll see about that soon enough.

I don't have to go to work anymore tomorrow morning. I'll go for a run and eat my usual breakfast and lunch combined: a bowl of all-bran and a glass of OJ and then run some errands. And avoid collateral damage, which approached me today in the form of 1 missed call and 1 text message. 

I'm making myself used to a simple version of freedom, I guess.

It's real as far as I can see

I came home late, after a tea and two pints of cider. And a lot of talking. And a bit of kissing under windy April skies.

We accidentally had matching coats and he laughed at my stories. He had dark curly hair, as you'd expect someone from French Canada to have. He smelled good like nice boys always do.

He was nice. So nice.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with him, quite the opposite, but I'm still a bit stuck on something 1172 km away. I feel so stupid but I can't help it, damn it. I guess it's always the ones that end like tearing a band-aid that get you stuck.

Have a nice weekend you all, let's hope mine is a collateral damage-free one.

The ugliest sneakers in the world (or so I've heard) & the bucket list for April-August

Fave lbd and apparently the world's ugliest shoes that I love despite everyone else hating them (and no, no undergarments can be seen in these pics, only misfortunate shadows)

Learn danish.

Taste meat just to remember how it tastes like.

Lose two kilos.

Buy a white blazer.

Run 25 kilometers.

Write postcards from Copenhagen.

Read Dostoyevski when you're down.

Kiss by the Seine.

Learn to be cool in the Scandinavian way.

Feel accomplished.

Have a crush on a total stranger.

Ride the S-toget alone from start to end.

Write a short story.

Learn how to use your charms.

Learn how to be carefree.