Tuesday. Today I know which century it is – I even know the hour of the day.
25:th each month, my favourite day – pay check day.
I’ve bought cheese, ham, butter, salted cucumber, a couple of beers and a cd – The Strokes.
Nothing can hurt me today.
I often claim that money hold no value, but when Your out of it they do, and when You got it – the value’s always to little. That didn’t really sound like good english, but what the hell. Im dangerously happy again.
Im an easy person to satisfy. Sitting in my apartment, the connection all up and working again, a couple of beers and some cigarettes and I think – If I die now I die happy.
av Max @ 19:20:41 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)