OMG!!

Facebook is soooooo bad.... I got a question all the way from Sweden about my woolen socks with skulls.. She wanted to buy some for her son. Unfortunately I'm busy busy busy right now... She'll have to wait her turn.. :)

Ironic

The friend is probably now drinking his second or third morning (YES; MORNING) beer... and me, unemployed, I am working from nine to five... I wouldn't mind free time and a cold beer right now. I hate Mondays. But I like beer...

"You know I'm a dreamer.."

That mean bastard!
He did it again!
I should kick his ass!!!

That young, good-looking (Nikki Sixx -like) troubadour with that deep, sexy voice of his.. Once again he got me. He touched my heart. He moved me from happiness to tears and back up high again. The gig of this evening was pleasure.. and pain. When he was giving a speech between two great song he even started a sentence by saying: "Well, Lindiz, my love..." Do you have any idea how long it has been from when I heard those words last time...?! ANY IDEA??? It's been ages ago, my love...

But no. There's nothing between us. Yes, it would be (too) easy to fall again, he's just that easy to love. But there is nothing between us, NOTHING LIKE THAT, I mean. I wouldn't mind if there was something, but there never will be. [Please, my love, tell me if I'm wrong..!! ;)] We are good like this, as friends. I love to hear him sing, I really like to talk with him, listen to his stories and laugh with him... Waiting for the next gig already!!

"..it's nothing but some feelings
that this old dog kicked up....
...I'll be there till the stars don't shine
'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme..."

You got me. Once again. My love. ;)

Awesome! Magnificent! Brilliant! Divine!

End of an era

When I first moved to this city, I had only a couple of friends living here. Lucky for me, I've never been shy or scared to do anything by myself. After the years of studying in Rauma I was used to go to a bar by myself. In Rauma that was never a problem, there was always a friend or two and if none of my friends were at the place, the personnel was. I started going out by myself here as well. Soon I found out which were the hot spots in the city. I met some friends and friends of friends. Those friends of friends became friends of mine.

Today I read kinda sad news from a band formed by those friends.. They're giving up as a band, taking separate ways. I knew it was coming, but still... Those fellas gave me some of THE BEST memories ever.. And even though at the end I had "different view on things" with their management, I never gave up on those guys, I never had a problem with them. So, I want to thank them for the memories, for all the good times. Thank you Uniikki!

Follow me home

I've had a strange week. Moods have been swinging from side to side. Monday was a good day, I had a great idea at work/practise and felt really good about it, greeting myself for my awesome imagination. Tuesday at work wasn't that great, I struggled through the day trying to find a way to make my idea come to reality the way I see it. But then the evening again was great, met some friends at a bar, listened to live music played by one dear and near.. Today was again ups and downs. Got some real good feed-back from my idea but still I wasn't able to make it look like what I was thinking. Did I mention I'm working with Adobe Illustrator? Planning brochures, posters etc. to the company, have a panic-causing time-table because they are taking part to three different summits during the spring and launching a new product..? I love the program and the possibility to use my creativity. And I absolutely hate it! I hate that I can't figure out how some things work in Illustrator and I hate that I don't have a clear idea in the mornings what I should do that day at work/practise. I hate that these problems with the computer follow me home. I spend most of my evenings thinking how I could solve the problems with the program. Can I go around it somehow or..? I'm starting to think that it was a good thing that the practise deal was made only for three months instead of the six that we first planned...

Thank god, this weekend is a party weekend.. A friend of mine is having a party on Friday and I got invited to a bar for a gig the same evening by that same dear and near friend who was playing yesterday. On Friday he will be with a band. And he is playing on Saturday evening as well, alone and acoustic. I actually had a crush for this friend few years back. I think he was a bit afraid of me then but after some travelling and growing up (maybe I've done that too, growing up I mean), he's become a good friend. Or at least a better friend. He is still keeping his distance but he's getting there, slowly. He is the one that gave me those little words "thank you" I told you about in my last post and he's repeating those words quite often now. It means a lot to me and it makes me feel good, it makes me feel appreciated, it makes me feel important and noticed, it makes me smile. And I sure don't mind THAT feeling following me home. Or anywhere else either. :) Some of you out there know that I've been hurt pretty bad by some of the relationships I've had in my life, even during the last year. These feeling I get from those small words.. they have the healing effect I've needed for quite some time. I'm not sure I can even find the words to show my gratitude to this friend of mine. And I guess it's ok, he might get scared again if I did find the words.. :D Ofcourse I could use those small but meaningful words back.. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.