Ísland
Yes, i'm back. It doesn't feel that strange - everything is where i left it and the water still tastes and smells of sulfer. I'm hungry and i'm homeless.
The weather outside is cloudy but not dark, only... you know... light-gray. Light-gray as the houses and many of the cars passing outside the window.
Today i'll eat skyr.
The weather outside is cloudy but not dark, only... you know... light-gray. Light-gray as the houses and many of the cars passing outside the window.
Today i'll eat skyr.
posted by malva at
2:49 pm
5 Comments:
malva! oh,you,there.hope youre fine.i just took the courage to ask my boss if i could quit work...a month earlier.to go to iceland.before uni starts again.she said yes.i took pj harvey out of the cd-cellar.ill borrow 3 for today.shes singin:fuck you.aha... uh. right now.
OK. It seems everybody is coming back to Fuckland BUT ME.
This is really bad of you.
Fiandinn! (?)
Theresa; when are you coming? Soon soon soon? I was going to answer with another cool qoute, but since they're all cool... ah.
Rai; such bad language! Oh dear..
My dearest Malva, update this fucking blog, pleeease.
Fuck you, Flamboyant.
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