Jenny and Diego

On Friday morning I landed in Stockholm and got picked up by my dad at the airport. We went home to my parents apartment and Lisa and Kris came over right away. We had breakfast and chatted like usual, which always feels great when you live far away and sometimes think they might forget about you. After finishing a few cups of coffee we went into the city to hit up a few stores and drink some very expensive tea. Later I met up with Frida and Ludde for a beer and after finishing it I felt like I was about to die in the remains of my German lager. So I went home. After being (in my opinion) a fucking trooper, staying awake till 9pm which meant I had been up for 32 hours, I slept for 13 and woke up fresh as a flower on Saturday.

I spent the morning doing things I never do; hair mask, paint my nails with base, color and top coat, matching my underwear for the feeling of being put together and spending more than 1 minute on makeup. And look how it paid off! Felt like a damn star. Should start consider doing this more often (I'm in my dad's sweatpants, a dirty hoodie and greasy hair typing this) to turn some heads. Anyway, the reason for me looking this good is because my parents god daughter Jenny was getting married to her Diego. 

Wearing Reformation jumpsuit and & Other Stories heels.

Before heading to the ceremony I finally got to reunite with this one! My little brother Jesper went straight from Way Out West in Gothenburg to the wedding basically after having slept 2 hours the night before. 

We were stoked to see Jenny and Diego tie the knot. And everything was so freaking beautiful and emotional. I cried like a baby during the whole ceremony which wasn't great because I was singing. It went okay though, I think. 

We kissed and hugged and drank champagne for a long while after the ceremony, before the dinner. A whole bunch of family of Diego had flown in from Chile and we tried to communicate as much as possible when I speak no Spanish and they no English. But I managed to turn to my school Spanish to exchange a few sentences at least. 

And then we danced and downed pisco sours for many hours till I could barely stand up from jetlag (and maybe that last pisco.....). Amazing wedding. Amazing couple. LOVE IS RAD! <3

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Hello...

It's me. Currently I'm getting a tiny bit stoned from my roommates weed fumes that is filling up my apartment. Which isn't great when you were planning on finishing up some work. Anyway. I know it's very quiet in here and I don't really have an excuse. Another week has passed and I've spent it like any other week. I've worked a lot, spent time with friends drinking beer eating dinner, almost kind of sort of found an apartment with two other Swedish girls that I hope to sign a lease on this week, been to the Brooklyn Museum, gotten drunk in a backyard followed by a romantic dinner at McDonalds, finished Stranger Things etc. You know, life. It spins on so fast I forget to pause once in a while and take a look around. But on Thursday I go to Stockholm for a week and it couldn't have been better timing. I feel a bit tired. Can't wait for my moms food, seeing my friends, go to Weekday and get new basics for fall, stay out till the sun goes up, hang out with my cousins and just being home for a few days. I think it's exactly what I need.

Hopefully with some new energy this blog will become a more fun place to hang out on too. In the meantime, why don't you tell me what you want to see more of on here? Or less of for that matter. You are what makes this a place one where I want to hang out. Because you know, I kind of like you. 

Hope you're happy and that the late summer is treating you well. I'm going to watch some Friends now and go to sleep early. Work will have to wait till tomorrow.

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Right now

 
 
 
 
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Bare skin. Tight denim. Slow weekend mornings. The cotton candy colored sun shining through the heavy clouds at 8pm. Rainy nights. Ass grabbing. Fresh sheets. Light shirts. Pink lips. Best to you with Blood Orange. Prosecco. Running longer than last time. His hand on my neck when he kiss me. Freckles. White t-shirts. Gold. Countdown to vacation. Snoozing for 10 minutes. 10 more minutes. And 10 more. 

 

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The weekend that rained away

Hey babies! It's Monday. Again. I feel like the weeks are just rolling on in fast motion and there's no stop to it. This weekend was nice and chill though. I went out with Ingrid and Nicole on Friday for beers at Burnside and prosecco at Black Flamingo. Of course I fell down the one step we one second before had called out as "the typical trip-step" because I have no grace. Luckily I saved myself from a reputation of being Bambi on ice with my killer dance moves for an hour or two of mellow techno tunes. I ended the night meeting up with a drunk cuddly boy, eating bodega sandwiches in my bed and falling asleep two seconds in on the third Stranger Things episode. Woke up when it was like one second left and made some comment that was totally off trying to make it seem as if I'd been awake all along. It didn't work. 

On Saturday we were supposed to go to an exhibition at Pace Gallery, but when we got there all galleries on the street seemed to be closed, because apparently art-people need summer vacation??? What??? The sky broke into a heavy rain, leaving us two Brooklyn residents stranded in Chelsea with no idea what to do or where to go. As we were desperately Yelping restaurants and bars Nico's old co-worker appeared as an angel from above recommending (a pretty shit, but whatever) pub around the corner where we could have a drink and wait for it to stop. An hour or so and two beers later it was still pouring, but we decided to make our way to the subway and head home. As the rain hit against my big windows we watched another episode and made out till it got dark.

There's something very calming about summer rain, when it pours down but stays damn hot out. When it calmed down a little bit, we hid under one umbrella and went out to get some ice cream from Uncle Louis G's. The hood was quiet and empty for being a Saturday night but I guess everyone were hiding from the weather. After finishing our ice cream we walked over to Daddy's, a bar that's supposed to serve hotdogs and play good music, but there were no hotdogs and I can't remember what music they were playing. But that doesn't matter because my company is ace and he kept me distracted from whatever was streaming out from the speakers and ordered me drinks that had me forget about food. Sipping on our frozen rum and cokes we talked about everything from what a dream job it'd be to design sport team logos to which Brit's we'd bone if we could (Christian Bale) to how we want to go to Paris asap. When our stomachs were growling for food we got some Thai on our way home and after inhaling my fried rice I once again fell asleep as soon as we put on a movie. But I mean, when you've got an arm right there to fall asleep on, how could you not?

On Sunday I met up with Ingrid and we ran around town, trying on sneakers and matching suits and eating pancakes at Café Select. In the afternoon I went to the gym, cleaned and organized my closet, changed my sheets and did a face mask. Adult points to me, danke! And then I went for dinner in Bushwick and as the thunder rolled in for the fourth day in a row I jumped on the train home and fell asleep to the latest episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians. On that note, can we talk about how cute Kanye is with his kids? I love how the show works as a peep hole into his real personality, letting us look past his douche lord-y famous persona.

Anyway. That was my weekend! I'll talk to you soon. Puss <3


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One week one post

Let's wrap up a week in a post!

A week ago, when I was walking over to La Esquina to meet up with a certain dark haired boy for dinner this other blonde one called me from Stockholm where the sun was on its way up and he was on his way home to our parents apartment at 5am after a night out. In only two weeks I'm in Sweden partying it up with him till sunrise and in a month he's coming to New York for a whole week!

Saturday was too hot for anyone to function so after having brunch in the shade, we decided to go to the movies to cool down. Since Neon Demon was sold out I got to decide and unfortunately (cough) there were only Finding Dory or The Secret Lives of Pets showing. Finding Dory it was and it was amazing. Obvi. Then we went home and had Shandy's on the fire escape and forgot about time. I rushed home to get ready for Colby's birthday celebration that took place at Enid's in Greenpoint.

On Sunday I went to Cafe Henrie on Lower East Side to have coffee with Stina who's a friend of my old friend Sara. She just moved to New York and Sara thought the two of us should hang, so of course we did! I love how many new girls I've gotten to know lately. I love girls <3

After our coffee date I walked over to Reformation to try on dresses and jumpsuits for the wedding I'm going to when I go home in a couple of weeks. I ended up getting this black jumpsuit that fits like a glove. Will wear it with a pair of heels that kills my feet, red lips and hair pulled back in a slick low pony. WOWZA. 

On Monday I (once again) got caught in the rain on my way home from work. Dumbo was flooded and I managed to escape right before all the delays kicked in on the subway. And by the time I went out for a run it was this beautiful. What is up with the pink skies in this city? Someone told me that it's because of all the pollution. Is that true? 

And this is how I run around the apartment and wish I could go to work. It's too fucking hot to put on a bra/t-shirt/pants/clothes in general. But after all, I don't know how much the guy who's editing our latest commercials wants to see my side boob (probably very much though) so I put on a dress.

On Wednesday I went to Bushwick after work to meet up with Nicole and Ingrid. We had a falafel at Queen of Falafel (it was delicious) before going to Drink & Draw which is an event where you pay 10 bucks for unlimited beer and you sketch naked people. I'm the worst illustrator/painter on this planet, but it was actually kind of fun! When I'd have enough of drawing a naked woman I walked one block up the street to fall asleep next to a naked man instead.

Yesterday I went to a viewing (I have to move out end of the month) and it was so nice! Hopefully I can move in. Fingers crossed. After the viewing I went home, went to the gym and then we ordered pad thai's and watched Stranger Things. How good?! It wasn't as scary as I thought it would be! Maybe it will get scarier though. 

And today it's Friday! Hope you'll have a great weekend <3 Puss!

 

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My sex life vs my beauty routine

 

Being into someone is amazing. No matter what it leads to, the time when it’s all easy and fun and new is so much fun. I’m sure most of you who’ve been there agree. You want to be with the person all the time, get to know each other over dinners and drinks and breakfasts and spend the nights next to each other in bed. It’s lovely. However, something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately as I’m spending the majority of my nights in a bed that isn’t mine; it comes with the pain of giving up your beauty routine. It dawned on me as I got on the L train a few days ago to go to work after having spent the night with the guy I’m seeing. I was wearing yesterday’s outfit except for his t-shirt, hair that could easily have been mistaken for an old dirty mop and probs a bunch of eye gunk in the corner of my eyes that I missed when looking in the mirror for 2 seconds before we left the apartment. It only took me a quick look around to realize that I was the most gross looking person on that train. But then it also hit me that I can’t be the only one who spent the night at someone else’s place. Then why do everyone else on this packed train look like they have a fucking glam team in their purse? This had me panic and in a desperate attempt to make my hair look better I put it up in a pony only to let it out 2 seconds later and then up again. Everyone with hair knows that this only makes it greasier. I was a lost cause.

It might seem like a non-problem to walk around with dirty hair and wear the same outfit two days in a row when I get to spend the nights with a guy I like. When you're laying there in bed and he put his arm around you and maybe grabs your boob in his sleep, the decision is so easy. “I can wear the same shirt tomorrow, who cares? I’ll keep my arms down at all times and no one will smell a thing. It’s. All. Cool.” It’s really cute actually. How when we're in the grip of his (or her of course) arms deciding if we should go home or not stop to care. And since making out wins over fresh shirts any day of the week, we turn around, bury our noses in their chest hair and fall asleep. As time goes by we buy a travel size deodorant that fits into our small purse and we leave a can of dry shampoo at his place. You'd think it's all good, but still… Tomorrow always comes around and even though you try to avoid it, you do end up looking yourself in the bathroom mirror at work. And yes, as you suspected you did go a little too hard on the dry shampoo causing your hair to look grey instead of brown and even though you showered yesterday morning you might as well have just come out from a 2 hour bikram yoga class. And that is the problem: you just can’t reach your normal level of freshness in a bathroom that is not your own. Fact.

This is fake. I'd been up for hours. HOURS!

This is fake. I'd been up for hours. HOURS!

My ask is pretty basic. I would just really love it if I didn't look like Cameron Diaz in What About Mary every morning. You know, when she accidentally gets cum in her hair. Maybe you’re a girl who wakes up in the morning looking like a sleepy, cute, carefree dream after a night with no AC and mosquitos eating up your toes as they are sticking out from under the sheet. But let’s be real. Are you really? My theory is that 8 out of 10 instagram posts of girls in bed with messy hair with a caption in the style of “ugh nbd just woke up blah blah” have already taken a shower. 9 are wearing highlighter (and maybe even a bit of blush) and think they can get away with it. And 10 has been awake for at least an hour if not more, downed an iced coffee and scrolled through Facebook twice. Don’t get me wrong, I do the exact same thing. No judgement here. Who doesn’t love those sleepy eyes, hair in face and perfect pout-photos? Golden selfie right there. But when I stand there on the subway, looking around me, I feel like the only human left in a world taken over by these sleepy, cute, carefree dream girls. I imagine I could learn so much from them. Cause you see the thing is, I’m a professional now you guys. I need to at least try to live up to it. I can’t go to work wearing the same outfit as the day before (at least not more than once a week) and I can’t not wash my hair. It’s just inappropriate. It's time I become one of them and cut my toenails regularly. I’m aware of the fact that I could simply get out of bed 20 minutes earlier and take a shower like a normal person, but I like sleeping too much. So in order to not stand out (too much) on the train among all good smelling, recently showered “people” I will buy myself a bigger purse that fits my makeup bag, hair brush and a change of clothes. The only other option really is to end things with the boy and therefore always have my own bathroom at my disposal, but that’s not an option because I want to start watching Stranger Things and it’s too scary for me to watch alone. So as of now I will try to get my shit together and always carry around an extra pair of underwear. Does this mean I'm I growing up?


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Doctor appointments and confusion

Remember when I was hanging out at home for days because I had a very contagious rash in my face? Well I feel as if higher powers want to bitch slap me over and over again because this morning the damn rash was back. So this morning I went into the office to talk to our money-guy about my insurance since I didn't even know if I was on it yet. Luckily I was. 

I went to the doctors and had the best damn experience in my life. Dr. Angela something treated me like a princess and took a bunch of other tests on me to see that everything was a-ok. Which it was! Yay! I'm so scared of going to the doctors and when she asked me if she could check my vitals I was like ehhhhhmmmm because I don't want anything to be wrong. Logic is taking a hit today. I know. But after 15 minutes I left with a prescription for antibiotics, some strong cream that's gonna kill this bitch in no time and a lighter heart. Thanks Dr. Angie, I love you.

Other than that I feel like I'm stuck in a constant state of confusion. You know, the normal stuff. What do I want, what do I need, who am I???? But I'm trying to carpe diem (which Kris Jenner didn't know what it meant in the last episode of the Kardashians...) and just go with that flow people are talking about. It's going okay. I'll keep you posted on my progress.

 

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Freckles and phone notes

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I'm getting more freckles by the second and I long for a week off at home in Stockholm. I've been feeling a bit weary lately. I don't know if it's from the never caving heat or emotional stress, but my energy is running low even though I've slept more than 8 hours a night for the last week. 

On my way home from work today I read through my notes on my phone from the last couple of months. I always write down thoughts and ideas and scenes that play out in my head. I thought I'd share some as if my life was one lovely emotional smoothie.

 

Four days. Zero words.

 

His lips surprised me but it felt like "finally".

 

When you're lonely in New York, you're the loneliest person in the world. 

 

I woke up next to a confused, yet very sexy, puppy. 

"Even if it's only been a couple of days, I miss you."

 

I listened to More Than A Woman today and it made me dance in my room.

 

I don't want to talk about him with her. I'm scared she will break. But I can't think of anything else to talk about. 

 

I hereby promise myself to write what I want.

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Facelift

Hola chicas y chicos! Hope you're well and all that. As you can see I decided to give my site a little facelift. Let me know if there are any weird things going on, foremost if the text is annoying to read etc. Just holler in the comments and I'll make sure it's gone before u know it.

(UPDATE: When I double checked on bloglovin it was white around the light grey canvas and the body text appeared in white too. It's all supposed to be black and light grey so if you read via bloglovin I'd love it if you could just drop a comment if it looks the same for you? Or if it's just my browser that's fucking up. Please and thank you <3)

I woke this morning super tired and didn't want to go to work and I was so annoyed by the fact that it's just Tuesday. But then I realized it's Wednesday! Ah the joy of having a Monday off. You jumpstart the week and before you have time to blink it's Friday. 

And then my brother facetimed me from the beach in Southern Spain and reminded me of how much it sucks to be in an office that slowly freezes me to death. 

Here's to all of you working through the heat wave! <3

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Bday wishlist

You guys, in exactly two weeks it's my 24th birthday! You know how much I love birthdays. But this year I don't think I want to do anything because I have like 2 friends here. I'm kidding obviously but not really. But no matter if anyone will get me a gift or not, I can always wish for stuff, amirite? Here we go: wishlist 2016. 

When I'm going back to Sweden I'll be attending one of my oldest friends' wedding, so a dress for that would be very nice please and thank you. I'm thinking something red? I love the Mediterranean vibe on the one above. If anyone knows where to get anything similar - hit a girl up. 

This in black pls. I would seriously cry of happiness if I could hide in this all winter.

I want a pair of black, oversized dressy pants. To match with a chill blazer or a hoodie. 

I don't own a bikini. I just have a onesie right now, so something like the one above is not only something I want, but need. Okay?

A pair of black hightop classic Converse's. To go with the black pants two pics above.

Cotton underwear. I love these ribbed ones. 

But mostly I wish for a day off at the beach, eating ice cream and getting kisses on my back while I doze off in the sun. And maybe dinner at Lucien because when it's your birthday you should eat lobster pasta and theirs is the best.

Start of the weekend

With everyone jetting out of the city for 4th of July I decided to take it easy this weekend. There are so many things going through my head right now, I feel exhausted.

So to get me out of my bad mood I got up early yesterday and spent the time turning my babe factor up to 100. In new jeans from Wrangler that enhances my butt in all the right ways and a camisole from Zara. I sneaked out from work in the early pm to grab a smoke and the humidity was killing me. The weather reports said tornado warnings and 1379748365 mm of rain, but so far so good. 

After work our co-worker Nate was DJing at the Navy Yard, around the corner from our office. So a bunch of us packed up early and went over there. Here's Jess.

My babe Sanna joined us too and we ordered punch that tasted like summer in a cup. We talked about the different kinds of lighting in celeb sex tapes and how Americans apparently hate other Americans outside of a America. Not sure this is true.

We stayed for a couple of hours and then the black clouds started rolling in so I decided to go home. I hugged everyone goodbye and thought "might as well walk home". I started walking and half way home the sky decides that my week hasn't been hard enough already, I need to get drenched in the rain too. The streets were completely empty, water flooded the streets and there was no other option for me than to just walk the 30 mins home. When I was 10 minutes from my house there is one person on the street, an old woman under a broken umbrella, and as we're about to cross the street on Broadway the loudest alarm I've ever heard goes off. She looks at me with a scared look and whispers "tornado!" and runs away. I'm not fucking kidding. Me, being a scared little bunny in these situations, panicked and started running home in my soaked ballerina flats and the only thing I could think about was "of course this shit week will end with me getting carried away by a fucking tornado". But, luckily I made it home safe and sound even though I felt like breaking into tears every other minute for the next hour. I know, I'm a drama queen but damnit I hate when this planet gets back at us like that. I hate feeling that small and helpless.

It rained for the rest of the night and I didn't feel like going out, so I stayed in watching the Kardashians and fell asleep before midnight. This morning I got up, put on my bathing suit (that's too big for my small boobs that I need to safety pin it) and shorts and went to the park. On my way there I got fruit and coffee and had a few hours by myself in the sun. Can't really remember the last time I was just by myself for hours? Felt well needed.

After a while Sanna, Jess and Märta came and hung out for a bit before I went home.

Hope you're having a great weekend! <3

 

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