…ljust pastellrosa. Hemma i mitt rum var den lindblomsgrön.
Sommaren ’84 var varm, problemen fortfarande små, den försvunna diamanten inte längre het, mina glasögon alldeles för stora och George Michael fortfarande straight när han woke us up before we go-go’ed på en Brighton-inköpt maxisingel.
…of the common people,
Smile’s really hard on a family man.
Daddy’s gonna buy you a dream to cling to;
Mama’s gonna love you just as much as she can.
And she can.”
…a better direction at this stage. I ought to be less confused and more distinct in my life’s choices. But I’m not.
Could the fact that Swedish Chinese restaurants don’t give out fortune cookies have something to do with my bewilderment? I mean, this means I basically and literally never had any real guidance and where else do people get that?
Note to self: Filed under ‘Earnest Question’ and not under ‘Playing The Blame Game’.
…just seeps into one’s soul naturally.
And I will never stop stating that if I am defined not by my actions but through the friends and family I have; then I’m a superb human being.
…didn’t win the Pulitzer Prize this year either. But of course, that’s just Bah! Humbug! anyway.
*Mopes in a corner.
…det sorgsnaste ord jag lärt mig på många år.
…be the ugliest feeling of them all.
I usually don’t buy a ticket to Nowhere Land but this time I believe I got a one-way because I can’t seem to find my return ticket.
Inspire me, please. This vacuum will kill me.
…week, instead of falling apart:
And if not shoot; at least be ready to.
But not the Easter Bunny.
I love the Easter Bunny.
The Easter Bunny will be my Saviour.