So. The big question is, am I drunk?
the answer is yes.

that's all I have to say. But, because I am spontaneous like a mongoose. I am going to tell you about my day. That is, only because this is a journal, and that is what one does with a journal.


My day started at 3 a.m when my mother, a demented artist came rushing into my bedroom. She was angry, because
A. I was sleeping and it was late.
B. I came home late
and most of all,
C. It's that time of the month.
so I got up, had breakfast, read a little and then got kicked out of the house. I walked a bit around town, went to work, but no. I didn't have to work. I was definitely not going back to that madhouse i call my home, so I just sat and read for one and a half hour at subway, eating cookies and having fun.
at eight, my tormented friend and her oh so boring boyfriend came to pick me up. we went to my place so i could change clothes, picked up our friends Rakel and Hjörtur and went to Hafliði's Place(the ugly boyfriend)
We watched porn, had fun, drank and then went to a concert. on the way we picked up a chick. her name i do not remember. I had to sit in the trunk, but I had a bottle of martini rosso and got to sing artic monkey's Flourescent Adolescent as loud as I wanted.

At the concert, I drank a lot of beer, smoked a lot of cigarettes and then went outside, wondered the streets with my friends, drank more and ended up climbing walls and trees with a german dressed in a spiderman costume. Finally my friends gave up and Hafliði drove us home. drunk.

now I am just sitting here. no , I'm lying facedown in my bead, not looking at what I am writing, wondering what tomorrow has in store.
I don't know, but what I do know, is that you won't find out, because I won't write it down here.


hugs and kisses, Gossip girl.