an old man turned ninety-eight, he won the lottery and died the next day. it's a black fly in your chardonnay. it's a death row pardon two minutes too late. isn't it ironic, don't you think? it's like rain on your wedding day. it's a free ride when you've already paid. it's the good advice that you just didn't take, who would've thought it figures. mr play-it-safe was afraid to fly. he packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye. he waited his whole damn life to take that flight, and as the plane crashed down he thought "well, isn't this nice". and isn't it ironic,  don't you think? well, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you, when you think everything's okay and everything's going right. and life has a funny way of helping you out when you think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up in your face. a traffic jam when you're already late, a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break. it's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife. it's meeting the man of my dreams... and then meeting his beautiful wife. and isn't it ironic, don't you think? a little too ironic, and yes I really do think. well, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you, and life has a funny way of helping you out.
helping you out.

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Kommer hem. Mulet, blåser redigt och 17gr. Skönt med sommar ändå?! Efter fyra veckor utan träning, och sen gå på bodypump + löpning kommer jag förmodligen ha problem med att gå imorgon.. Jippppppi ...

grappen med rakkapil, de e kul!

idag. idag får jag min efterlängtade mjukglass med strössel. skulle bare mangle. efter en månad. tjat. skön kväll igår. haha.... hahah...   tre jobbdagar kvar till ferie. mmm. spaaaaania väntar. ...

Magen skriker efter godis. Choklad. Mjukglass, med strössel. Skinny bitch. Start helg. ...