Thursday, December 31, 2009

where have i gone?

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

kisses


Do u remember your first kiss? I do and it was more like "get it over with" then it was butterflies. He had pretty eyes though.

I need some cheering up this morning, please tell me bout yours.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Thursday, December 3, 2009

CUNT

I´m back. 4 real nao. No foolin. I believe I found that famous second wind.

I think we´re kind off a thing now btw. Me and NickDick. Not sure though, but he´s gone all ChrisBreeezy on me calling me boo. I can´t stop laughing. If you look up the word boo there is a pic of a girl in way 2 skinny jeans and a fluffy jacket. I´m so not a boo. I like to think of myself more as a chérie.

This night will be spent with M. Says she has a surprise. Uh oh.

FYI; I took the bus today. I never do that and I now remember why. 45minutes surrounded by three boys with a vocabulary containing mostly of the word cunt. Lovely boys indeed.

take care. S

Sunday, November 29, 2009

mina ögon somnar nu


-Who are YOU?....said the Caterpillar
-I hardly know.... Alice replied

Friday, November 27, 2009

herro lovers

That was one failed thanxgiving, but then I find there´s not much to say thanks 4. Thanks 4 the end of the world in two years maybe. I spent it with M though, so she made it as uplifting as it could get.

Btw. My friend J told me the president´s spared turkey gets 2 live out it´s days in disneyworld. could this be true? enlighten me.

As u may have noticed my blog lust is way down right now, bare with me.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Big news.

So, I called and accepted the offer in NY this morning. Bananas. I´ll need to get back 2 yall bout this later. Right now imma call mom.

Monday, November 16, 2009

new wardrobe filling



If by shopping spree u mean picking up stuff I bought from ebay then I have been on a shopping spree today.
-What are u doing tonight then Sara?
-Well I´m spending the evening with GTA and Jackson and I´m embarrassingly exited.
-And how come posts bout Jackson always turn in to conversations with yourself?
-That I can´t answer.

have a good day kittens

Sunday, November 15, 2009

FinaLLY

i have a camera again. halleluja.
I´ll celebrate with a pic of my new shooooes. Now I need me some sleep.

only three years

went and saw the 2012thingie. Kinda gives it another layer when it´s like

- omg they are going 2 die omg omg omg omg omg OH THATS MY HOUSE.

I think Ill go home to sweden 4 christmas 2012.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

NickTheDick

NickTheDick has been my company these past days. He´s good company. He´s very clever and likes to argue. Sometimes I think he disagrees with me just 2 argue. We´ve been spending most of the times in his bed discussing swine flu. He thinks it´s a scam. I saw Miri so I dont´ have to even consider that. Btw what´s this crap bout u moving to germany mir? thats so not ok. So not ok. I enjoy NickDick (in all the ways), but LA would be nothin without u. Nick is making noises over there, telling me I should return.

Fly safe birds. (no don´t fly at all mir)

Monday, November 9, 2009

Jackson

Lemonadeboy is no longer lemonadeboy. Lemonadeboy is now Jackson. He has a name u see. This Jackson of whom I speak turned out to be only ninteen, and hes (sadly finnish) friend aswell.

- So how come you spent the night at a ninteen years ol´boy´s house with his finnish friend, Sara?
-I really don´t know.
- Did you have fun?
-BOY DID I.

My gosh Jackson is hilarious. I´m not sure about this thing, since he´s just a baby, but that kids like a little brother only not my brother so I dont automaticly hate him. Let´s se what future holds 4 me.

Now I´m gonna meet up Nick. It´s been ages.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

out in the night

good morning good night good day.

I spy with my little eye lemonadeboy outside the window. He spies me aswell. Fingerwawing at me to come out. Maybe I should. I´m not wearing pants tough, but then neither does his friend. His friend is almost as blond as I am, I wonder if hes a fake viking or a swede like me...


brb lemanadeboy.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

a 100 word post

I woke up in this tiny beach house, but a beach house none the less. There´s leftover party and despair shattered all around me, and a boy beside me. Awake and watching me as I drunkenly wake up. vomit on the floor. hate when people watch me sleep. That boy´s just a desperate reaction to this Ryan thing. corrected (my @ the moment toxic blond) hair with a ozone-hole amount of spray(so sorry Bono) and I´ll make my way over to Miri´s place now. Metaphorically throw my nordic ice over her forehead and strangle her with care and pity.drive safe

Monday, November 2, 2009

Guide me

Okey. It´s like this.

I ran in to Audrie Patridge some days ago. All very random. U 4 sure notice when she enters a room I tell you. U gotta duck 4 her boobs or they´ll poke your eyes out, but other from that she´s real nice. If u watch hills, which you probably do, u know Justin. Justino. Justin Bobby? I dunno, he´s like diddy (Or puffy or pussy or whatevr he´s called this week). What kinda hit me is that Ry is to me what Bobby is to her. Or more like it, I´m to Ryan what Bobby is to her. I run from him when he wants me and crawl back when hes off. I confuse myself. We went to vegas 4 the weeknd you know, and he was telling me bout som bartenderwhore and i got back to jealous crawling mode. He seemed all to happy and we kinda fell in to this boyfriend/grlfriend thing thats now in action. It makes me wanna puke all this relationshipshit over him. Why cant I just let him whore off with that girl? Ah what´s all this good 4. NY can´t come soon enough.

Känner att jag måste börja skriva lite på svenska igen. Måste hålla fötterna på jorden.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

What?

I´m going to take a short one to Las Vegas over the weekend. With Ryan.

Don´t ask...

Monday, October 26, 2009

only in the night

undergroundclubs and dark streets all night long. amen.


Sunday, October 25, 2009

prom times

I long 4 prom times. 4 those infamous texts.

From:Miri
Lets crash some proms and steal some virginities.

Friday, October 23, 2009

I am sorry [insert you who lives on berkely ave]

After some stops at a few different house parties I got the questionable pleasure of meeting Calais. I was painfully sober, can´t say the same about her. I had this idea that being sober would help me pick a good guy 4 once. I can tell you 4 sho; that does not work! Boys are ugly when sober.

I don’t really know how, but I ended up the designated driver. I hit more stuff then I avoided though, with that big ass car. I am very sorry [insert who ever lives on berkely ave according to my questionable calculations] but I haven´t driven in so long! No wonder we didn’t even reach our final goal. Akbar is 4 pussys anyways.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Lemonade boy

I totally forgot to tell you about this bizarre thing that has been nagging me ever since.

I was playing with little S on the street a few days ago. She had watched a simpsons episode and was now determent to build a lemonade stand as they apparently had done. The thing is no one on our street ever walks. It´s run run run car car car jog jog jog, so it ended up being mostly me buying it all. Then this boy came down the street. I think he introduced himself but I don´t remember his name. He apparently lives on the same street as we do, meaning he is riddiculosly wealthy and all, but he didn´t act like that. I think he is a few years younger than me, and he was very speciall in an uncommon way. A very nice boy (and totally easy on the eyes). Then he kinda pulled me to the side, after making S a few dollars richer, and he told me how he used to watch me leave the house late in (borrowed) heels and then return home barefoot in the morning carrying them in my hand.

I didn´t know to be scared or flattered. I chose scared and I think he noticed cause he then added;

- Me and my friends that is. They have kinda dared me to invite you in one day but I told them your way to old and way to pretty.

And then he went so red, so red, made some excuses and tumbled off. I don´t know if it was the old, or the pretty part he regretted. I was left just as tumbled as he seemed.

ph: L.S.I

I don´t even think Mrs has noticed that I´m wearing her shoes. She has enough anyways. They will be more loved with me. I have today and the rest of the week off.
BN though; Mr and Mrs will be home so I need to find me some other places to play. Sucks that so much people go to school theese days. Dont stay in school kids, or you will have no time to do snow. Tonight I will be hunting with Miri. If she has one of those days when she remembers who I am. Fingers crossed.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

no swineflu

Eventfull nights this weekend. B-dayparty. Miss Pratt yelling at me, only to go get herself a DUI later. Good job hun. I spent the night in sheets of guilt with Ryan. What the heck was that good 4?

Tonight I´m on a boyhunt. Mental note to self; send bottle of jack to miri and ask 4 NY-forgiveness.

Love S

Saturday, October 17, 2009

erotic novel

My computer figured ah, to hell with it and quit on me yesterday. This my friends is a post written from Mr. Bigshots computer. I´m sitting here going through his mail inbox. Very hung over. There is a message hee from TomKats lawyers. Uh oh Mr...

What I was saying though, was hells yes Nick looked so damn good tonight. I´m not even ashamed to say I woke up next to him in a questionable pose this morning.
Not.At.All.
Thats how good he looked. He hasn´t cut his hair since I left for NY it seems, and it was all perfectly cullen-messy and sweet. Ah I´m getting all exited here. He whispered things to. Oh I don´t know how to tell you. I don´t have a way with words just yet, like some of my very well red friends. You should have heard some of the conversations towards the later hours. There was this boy there. Obviously very well red, and obviosly a lame homeschooled boy who accidentaly turned hot. He pulled some fancy quote and laughed to himself. When noone else laughed he raised his voice and almost screamed

- Ah, I guess you dont know your Jean-Jacques Bouchard?

And he kept laughing to himself until Miri found some air in the corner and quietly whispered;

- Douche, Marquis de Sade is turning in the grave with you calling his work Bouchard. Shut the fuck up.


Then she tumbles out and mumbles something about how uptight la di da´s should all be shot of. I dont know where Miri went, or Ladida-boy either. All I know is Nick makes me weak to my knees and I kinda like it.

Jeriko. Sara

Friday, October 16, 2009

yo yo yo

This is F. She busted some moves for me over at her place before we went back to my last night. We met up with twenty something more and crashed the pool. She´s like sixteen or something, and already killah! Tonight I’m hoping to meet M. M hear my call. It’s already late, but I´m on my way out now, so bye my lovers, see you later.



Thursday, October 15, 2009

Come on over.

Good news. Mr and Mrs Bigshot is in Atlanta for three days. Seems like this night is for me, and anyone else ready to go bananas.

And btw. Bella took me on a Manhattan walk back in NY, and we passed one of the uppr east side houses of her family’s. Yes, one of them. Shit this would not hurt;

But thats enough. I have promised miri not to go on and on about ny.
I´ll try M.


What I was saying, I come on over! Pool is empty and ready for you all.