Oh.. Sexy og hes!

Men faen så vondt det gjør.. og faens så irriterende det er å ikke få ut alt som man vil si, eller bli forstått.. Men men.. Hehe.. It is sexy, so it's okey =)

Jævlig typisk meg å bli hes da.. Jeg KLARER jo ikke å holde kjeft :P

Nok en dag med camp.. Lots of fuuun! Gøy å se at folk blir bedre, og å kunne få lov til å bruke det jeg kan, og bringe det videre =)

Nå snakker jeg med min Marga som har gitt mag masse jeg kan laste ned av band jeg aldri har hørt om! :)

Bright Eyes - Bowl Of Oranges

So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone. And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow. But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself. It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope. That is why I'm singing... 

Baby don't worry cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company through those days so long and black. And we'll just keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve of Love's uneven remainder, our lives are fractions of a whole. But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall. Then I think we would see the beauty then. We would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil. 

=)

I morgen blir litt av den dag...

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