The Glamorous Entrance

First, when Johan offered me to join this "dairy-writing-site" I hesitated. God, I could not expose myself to this because among this people who doesn’t use anything bout a sophisticated language, I would just appear as a "fool". But, ha, I have changed my mind. And hmm, if I got this properly "this" site just crawls with testosterone, just male authors (!!!) So I have to take my responsibility and contribute with some oestrogen, as female author. What I’m I waiting for? Let’s get down to business!

And I woke up, far too early according to myself, and considering the circumstances. It is summer, I am having my well dissevered summer holidays and sleep-how-long-time-you-like-mornings. Including peace and quiet in the morning as a matter of course. Apparently my "sweet-growing-up-baby-brother" doesn’t really care though he decided to have an argument with my mother 07.30 in the morning. It was not amusing at all and while walking down the stairs I acquaint myself with the argumentation, complaining for the lack of peace and quiet :D

Anyway, I needed all time I could get though the agenda for the day was overloaded. I started up by baking a sponge-cake which I brought when me and the Blue Ocean visited our old form master and his amazing 2-years old daughter. We spend a nice afternoon at his place but the time was ticking away and the monks in Jonsered were awaiting our arrival. Jen July, Jasiowa and I took the commuter train to Jonsered so that we could practice to make candy floss again. (I really expect You to come so that I can make You some, 15.00-Friday-Jonsered.)( And some of you came, truly thankful) At the very end I was home again and after some mischief with my grandfather I ended up on MSN. I now I want my pillow. Take care and attention(!) it is only 30 days left to Venezuela. ^ ^ // A true member of the Blue Ocean _/)_/)_/)_ ( 22.06.05 )