soooo im back in sthlm! its been only a couple of days away from the ordinary and it feels like a month in the extraordinary. must have been the mountain air or the large amount of loose tobacco consumed under the alp sun, yepp i frickin burned my nose...what a amatuer. OR simply just the sight of this man. there is a certain swagger about him that strikes the right balance between arrogant and insecure, manly and boyish, and - best of all - sexy and silly. I still havnt figured out why it feels so natural to stroke his hair while he is being mr busy on his blackberry or let him wake me up by stroking mine. thank you for letting me sleep in my own bed, and occiasionally fall asleep in yours while pulp fiction is playing in the background, Cheese royale never tasted better samuel l jackson would have said. i never expected this although my friend S. warned me before I left.. my mind and body was as cold as an fucking ice cube and now I m just cool, not cold. downside of this story is that i swear like a 12 yr old brat after being in italy and has developed a love for rolling me own fags. fuck, when was the last time i had a man cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner for me plus feeding me with all the pastry i point at AND he drives to the tobacco store to get me rizla filter on-demand. Fuck, this is even better than what my father can come up with. Sorry for that, it might have sounded abit weird. but hey, love between friends can be reckon as love between family members. yes u fucking spoil me. u spoil me so much it makes john McEnroes looks prude.
however, i will resist you like a anorectic resisting the food. thank you for getting my mojo back and most importantly falling in love with me myself again.
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