It's fun to sing - if you sing with a Ying

The Smörgåsbord - on Sunday - was yum, but not overwhelmingly impressive. It was nice seeing da familia though and meet my cousin's quasi new boyfriend, oh so cute, they live in a house now.

It's been cold as a witch's tit the last 2 days, but beautifully sunny.

Stupid On/Off didn't have an adapter so suck you fothermucker. I'm working the disposable cam, I bet there will be many extraordinary pictures. (Poo, poo, poo, well what can one do...).

Malin.R came to pick me up by Konsum (öststats-Konsum my mom calls it, ha!) and ran into my old school buddy Jon, he's one cute cat. A wee bit sniffly though indeed, he butchered meat when he wasn't luckily shopping in Kvarnberget.

Went home to Malin in Knoppen and met her HUSBAND (hardcore) and his adorable munchkins Linnea, Adrian and William. Later that night I was introduced to the most remarkable SINGSTAR.

I kicked some ass, so did Malin and Markus as well.

http://www.us.playstation.com/singstar

My love darling Marcus and I strolled downtown Falun yesterday for a few (hrs) and: giggled, looked at condoms at Apoteket, tried every hat at Stadium, had coffee at new café in the Bergströms mall, hung at the Nordea bank and at my ex husband's love palace Sibylla. I asked for mashed potatoes and shrimp salad and the woman in the little Sibylla cottage looked at me and asked: - Vill du ha någon korv till det eller...? (Want a hot dog with that or...?). Well if I all of a sudden wanted to start eating pork I would GLADLY have ASKED for it. Idiot.

I'm at my sister's Mia's in Svärdsjö, we've watched one of my favorite movies Resan till Melonia and had cold waffles for breakfast, or I did. We're soon off to Svärdsjö DOWNTOWN to eat pizza and go shopping at ICA. Word.

Swedish Sunday

Jag är i Sverige.

It's 9.40 on Sunday morning and I'm not on my way to church.

Instead I'm chewing mentholhoneylemonflavored Extra after an intake of blueberry-raspberry fil (comparable to kefir if you want to find out at Gristedes/Whole Foods/Gourmet Garage) with apple-cinnamon müesli.
Müesli is a god forsaken superb food. I once had a conversation with a hot (in my mind, until he turned out to be a jerkbag) American rockstar that said: " - I wish we were in Scandinavia right now, we could wake up and have some proper muesli and cod..." Pretty funny atm, alas he turned out to be a jerkbag so no morning rise at Skycity Hotel indulging in that phenomenal breakfast buffet... (woah, wouldn't that be something, hee hee...I could SO skip the bfast, don't get me wrong now ladies and gents, LOL).

The sun is up and so are my mom's 3 adorable cats Missan, Jamis and Astrid. Astrid is the new dudette in the family, a silver Bengal from the fog of the Himalayan mountain tops where ancient gurus chant and sacrifices dog brains on a shrine with pink gerber flowers.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bengal_cat

She's quiet cute...

I didn't charge my camera battery before I headed to Sweden + picked up the wrong adapter at Newark airport so now I have NO camera. It sucks stupid rockstar ass, but hopefully I'll find a new one at On/Off today. On/Off is like Best Buy or Circuit City, but in a more lame and expensive way.

I'm gonna go out for a walk now, it's probably freezin out, but I'm off to Christmas smörgåsbord in the town that god forgot (Borlänge, mwhahahahaha!) so I better move my fat butt a bit.