Tuesday 10 January 2012

I just realized, that my blog is more about my boyfriend,
than it's about myself...
Forever in love!

Wednesday 4 January 2012

Merry Christmas and a happy New Year

Well...
Merry Christmas and all!

I'd love to write about what I did in the Holidays, but let's face it... it'd just be another post with me, bragging about my so absolutely perfect boyfriend. I spent everyday from December 21 to January 2 with Peter and yes, it was lovely and delightful indeed spending time with him, of course it was. It may even have been one of the best Christmas' I can remember.
He gave me blue leopard leggings, blue and yellow fishnets, a wallet with Union Jack on it, warm ski underwear... I think that's it... and then he gave me a silver necklace with brass knuckles as pendant. Not that the brass knuckles actually have anything to do with me or us, but it was the prettiest necklace he could find and he bought it for his hard-earned business punk-money he earned in London and I love it so, so the pendant could be anything.
I gave him a denim jacket, the DVD "The Art Of Flight" about snowboarding and a pair of red braces. I was going to get him a special present as well, but I couldn't find it. I'd like to write what I was going to give him, but Peter himself reads my blog now and then and I don't want him to know, even though he has a little clue.
I hope he's wrong.

And so, the days to New Year's eve' we spent some time alone, cuddling up as usual , watching films and so and we spent one night at Morten's place where we played  that package game, you know, where you all bring some small, stupid gifts and then you roll some dice and if you hit six you can take a gift. When there are no more gifts you set the countdown timer and keep playing where you steal the gifts from each other when ever you hit six. It's fun.
At New Year's eve' we ate at Peter's mum's place and went to Morten's afterwards where we drank, went out to watch the fireworks, drank some more and got pissed. Myself, I got shitfaced mainly in Jägermeister and cocoa, and then a little beer, a little Lambrusco, a little discount-champagne, a little vodka and a little bols. Peter and I was about to pass out on each other on Morten's sofa and so we walked home at 4 am. It was a nice New Year's eve'.

Anyways, we didn't really do too much and I didn't take any pictures, I'm sorry, I wish I did. I should have brought the camera to the package game. I'll bring my camera to more places whenever I get a bag for it.

That means: none of these pictures are mine.
I found them on Google.