Erotic Everyday

I'm actually gonna write this is english. I'll regret it later, but the only two I know who read this is americans, so, yes. This has been a long weekend. I read somewhere that if you sit more than 6 hours a day on your butt, the chances of you dying earlier rises with 37 %. Then again, I always wanted to die at 60. - Which I will probably change once my strange life get somewhat of a direction.

I've been with my dear friend Hanna, hoping that she enjoyed my company. I know I did. Pfft.
I just got home with the Ringei-feisen (name changed in order to protect... myself.) It was cozy, yes.

Over to the emotional part that I strictly should keep to myself, but I have no sense of privacy. I feel slightly secluded from my senior class; they are like brothers and sisters while I am this strange little fellow (who have the tendancy to babble.)who suddenly infiltrate their life.

Nothing more interesting. Cheerleading is over. I am sad.

- Loulose