Saturday, May 29, 2010

My legs feel broken and I can´t stand up no matter how hard I try. 4 some reason, as Jason and I was on our way out, he thought it was a good idea 4 me 2 drive. I don´t drive. One thing 2 another= I hit a bunny. I hit a fuckin bunny with my car. In anger I decided 2 walk home, mad at every automobile on this planet. Ergo My lags can´t keep me up, and my heart can´t stop aching.

bare with me I´m tired.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Vegas baby

I feel like taking a roadtrip. Top down, Journey from the speakers, denim shorts and raybans. Where do I go? Vegas perhaps.

I slept with a certain E.Hirsch last time I was there. Haha, I remember sitting on his back looking down on it, and how I put a needle through his shoulder just 2 see how he would react. He reacts by bleeding and getting mad I tell u.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Dark Was the night.

Drinking wine in a black dress feels so much more justified than anything else. Cheap wine in jeans makes me want to puke. Expensive wine wearing nothing makes me melancholic. Plum wine in a black dress makes me feel like Anaïs Nin. Givenchy silc and McQueen skull. Ryan, Nick and Signe here in person. Belle and Miri here in spirit. A good hour.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

wasn´t even good.

I´ve done a lot of things that i have regretted afterwards. When the bumb in ur head hurts and the bumb on your belly hurts even more.

But then there are these things that I regret while doing them.
"Why don´t I just stop now and save myself the shame?"
ut I move in closer and I breathe heavier.
"I´ll deal with the shame tomorrow. I don´t have anything else planned anyways."
Might as well fill the day with something. Fill it with questions why.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Tuesday, May 11, 2010


I´m lost without darkblue and lightblue. Ask me what I did 2day.

- what did u do 2day.
- i got a tattooooo

I´ll show you later when it´s not a black nasty gue on me. Now 4 an hour of sleep. I can´t sleep at night. Why oh why do the builders use the hammer all night long?

Monday, May 10, 2010

3rd grade religion. God is three.

The Father***The son***The holy Spirit.

How can that be. I remember I was very confused. Either u have long hair or u have short hair. It´s not that hard. You know what you are and what you like and that´s you.

Now, a few years later I get it. I´m not sure I believe in the bible god, but I´m sure I understand the philosophical way of looking at it. You are you. And then there is the one you would wish you could be. Still you, but skinnier, braver, smarter. U know. And then there is your ideal you. If you´re tall this ideal is often short. If you´re pale she is dark and if you´re shy she´s a stripper. We are all three. I spill myself out in this blog, leaving myself as wine stains on your carpets. My two moleskins are where I spill my other selves.

-Oh, moleskins, how hipster.
-Yes, moleskins.

And now I have lost them. It leaves a more thoughtful Sara 4 you to bare with until I can spill those merlots where they belong.


One post a day starting now.

I have been having such a low 4 a few weeks. Less days outside. Less sun, more snow.
Let´s start fresh.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010


It´s so much easier not 2 blog than it is 2 blog sometimes.
I´m spending my nights out and my days passed out. I miss Belle so much it hurts.
friggin paris.