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I'm in Stockholm Baby

Got back a few hours ago. Had a wicked roadtrip with my colleague's/friend's husband. He told the funniest stories and sang along some songs.

As soon as I got home I started with my obsessive cleaning of my room. Just like I did when I got back from Egypt. Like a tornado, I manically went through everything. Threw out two big black bags of clothes and shit that's just been laying around for ages. Feels great. Feels like I detoxed. Feels like home.

So nice to just sit in the kitchen and play with my dog. He's so adorable. I can tell that he senses something's wrong with me. He's extra sweet to me. He's careful.

**Side track: Heard a noise in the garden and looked outside. We have a new inhabitant. A fox. Not very good considering Hutch (our dog) runs around there.

Now I'm sitting in my room, with candles lit all over my room.

Thinking.

How long will it take until I can walk again?

Do I have other lesions?

What am I going to ask the doctor?

Why does my nailpolish always fade so fast?

I need to buy a new lamp to put by my bed.

I need to download some more music.

Am I going to lose all my hair?

What should I wear tomorrow?

I need to call Försäkringskassan.

What if my hip snaps?

Where am I?

I'm so going to PIMP my wheelchair.

I have to learn to be independent with the wheelchair.

I'm hungry but I'm not in the mood to eat.

I miss my friends in Örebro.

I can't wait to see everyone in Stockholm.

FUCK YOU LCH...YOU SUCK!!!!

Good night!!

Let me help you pimp it!



ALL MY LOVE TO YOU

OMG let's so PIMP my wheelchair. Let's film it too, my brother edits films. Let's make like a whole shabang out of it. We'll book a weekend in and do it all haha.

I'm totally game! I have lots of material we can use: sequins and pearls in different colours. And textiles too!



Tell me which weekend and I'll come pimp with you :)