Pre summer notes

My time has come once more. The city is flourishing with green trees and guys in t-shirts and tanned arms. The nights are bright and we run around town like the party girls we were born to be. Waking up every morning and we’re in a movie. The strawberries we eat for breakfast taste sweet and if we absolutely have to work 9-5 jobs then why wouldn’t we make our personal lives as dramatic and fun as possible?

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We dance at the club and I’m wearing my snake pants, obviously, and they haven’t failed me yet. Then, Ellen on me always falling for non-Swedish men, “What are you running from???” and me yelling, “I just want bilingual children!!!” But also, why am I living in Sweden when I’m not into blondes? Later you walk home and it’s 4 am and the sun is up and you’re like okay I get it. Still, the dark haired boys are so much more FUN.

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I research Jane Birkin’s summer style and once again I am contemplating whether or not to cut bangs. I feel like it would go great with my short dresses and freckles, but we all know it doesn’t photograph well at the beach post dip in the Mediterranean and who are we kidding we need those photos for cold winter days.

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Basically every week is half a work week because it’s spring almost summer and the national holidays are never ending. So we go to Copenhagen. You know you’re there when the woman next to you at the café, wearing crocs and smoking L&M’s like no tomorrow, goes to someone on her phone, “well the painting itself is gonna go for 3 million, but I don’t know if I have the energy to finish it”. Stunning! At night we’re at Pluto and I get the lobster, because who would I be if I did not? The three guys next to us, I could’ve sworn they were Italian, are cute and I’m the only single around our table so there’s really nothing else for me to do than to steal the waiter’s pen, write down my number on a napkin and throw it their way. A couple of hours later and we’re smoking cigarettes with them, who turned out to be Spanish (but with French names), above the rooftops in Vesterbro. Once again I prove to myself that I am a force of nature who can. not. be. stopped.

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So far it’s mid-June and I haven’t had any severe pollen incidents, which can only mean that I’m a great person and my karma is repaying me for it.

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And it’s not even Cancer season yet.