The hard reality of September
The ugly face of winter is drawing closer as the poor rebot ventured into the mög room to find a blanket last night. It's getting, well if not cold, then less hot. Kind of nice but I know that within 2 months I'll be cursing getting into bed every night.
Täcke. Frân att täcka, nâgot som täcker, tänk sâ fint vârt svenska sprâk är. Nordico? Vad vet didära spanjaickerna.
Täcke. Frân att täcka, nâgot som täcker, tänk sâ fint vârt svenska sprâk är. Nordico? Vad vet didära spanjaickerna.
Speaking of mög, Andy, if you are still alive and healthy, what do we do with the 7 cajas waiting in sant pere? Or did the SARS get the best of you?
Did anyone visit annaklara to check how she is aclimatizing to a new life outside the shady corner of Rolfsgatan? I hope the baby is to young to have suffered any Gunorelated injuries from his nag.
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Havent heard or seen anything from AK since they moved their new fancy flat. Not a syllable. Is that bad or good? I should try to call them this weekend.
If theres something good with sweden and swedish winters, it is the houses. It is warm and nice. No matter what weather is around the corner. But that could be one of the very few things that is actually very good about sweden.
Where did all my text go? Me thinks ankan no more like poor downtown boyjs. New moeg in her life.
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