Tonite´s the nite

Last time I saw Mr Kravitz, and got the opportunity to grab his ass, was when he played att Circus in Stockholm 1993. It was in July, a couple of weeks before my departure to the US and I went with friends Sanna and Johanna and had a great evening. Remember Sanna screaming "I touched his hair, I touched his HAIR!!!". It was back when Mr Kravitz had a long mane and weared black leather all over. Now the mane is gone but I sincerely hope the leather is not, nobody does leather as Lenny Kravitz.

Stupid alarm woke me up this morning. And it wasn´t even mine!!! Stooooopid neighbours should most def please NOT have alarm clock on highest volume during the weekends.

Zlatan visited the clubs around Stureplan yesterday. Blimey. And I didn´t want to got out because I was too tired and had to take care of nosebleed. Again. (Am so fed up with it I could puke.)

Had pizza at friends place yesterday and when I walked home I started obsessing about it, having paranoid thoughts of feeling the pizza making me fat. Disgusting!
I know, those thoughts are truly stupid and paranoid. But I only think that way because I haven´t managed to visit the gym this week. And I haven´t been able to resist the great Torta de Milhojas by new provider at the Deli. Torta de Milhojas is my favourite chilean pastry. It kind of melts in the mouth. And it´s stuffed with the caramel cream I´ve always been week for, the manjar.
Hence it´s my bad, bad, baaad, conscience that is making itself reminded.
Whatever, it´ll be a new week on monday.

I better finish my cup of fabulous brazilian coffee and start getting on with this Saturday. My tia A needed help with writing some stuff and I promised to come over and help her with it.