delirium and delight

This was a kind-of-long and somewhat strange weekend. I suppose. Not that i mind.
Friday night was drunken night with the black English cop twice my age, two afterparties and an old acquaintance who knew how to give me a good massage. Passing out in a big bed. Orange juice when i got home. In bed the following day and night.
Sunday i moved out. I was saved by the prince in his mother's blue car when time was running to fast and i had to many plastic bags full of useless stuff to bring to my new place.
Dinner at some friends' place. Real food.
Today i got the big Karl Marx poster i've always wanted. Dóri didn't want to have him around in the kitchen "fokking helvítis fasisti!", and Óli doesn't seem to mind.
We listened to Joy Division and i was in heaven.

Now i'm looking forward to go to bed again. Sleeping is nice.

She smells of sweat, sour wines, late nights, and leather.