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About Me

I am norwegian. I was raised in Oslo, but I moved to Copenhagen when I was 13. Still live here. Still love here. Personality cue-words (you love it): Egocentrical, musical -I like to believe that I am on my way to become a rather good singer, geeky, sometimes arrogant, sometimes bitchy, realistic, sarcastic, caring, taught by my dear mother that 'every story has got two sides', -and I tend to consider that before judging, pansexual, fond of bodyart (two tattoos and counting), and last but not least, -I'm fond of movies, -often the intelligent, sexual, violent, controversial and in some way 'off' ones. I also love the english language. Things I care for: Cigarettes, tequila, coffee, food, UV and neon, travel; Berlin, London, New York. Friends, love, sex, dancing in the heat, singing to be beat, dressing up, drinking, kissing, the internet, porn, money, shopping, festivals, people who challlenge me, home interiour, night-time, sun, sleep, fitness...

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Anyone who lived by Venice Beach in the 70'. That sure would be trippin'. The original z-boys. Julian Casablancas and the rest of the band. Somebody to looooooove (I'm sick of this bullshit asscrap waiting around for someone who can atleast spell their own name..)

My Blog

alright...

my blogs are actually personal reminders or something like that. so nevermind them. no-one reads them anyways. yiiha!
Posted by on Fri, 19 May 2006 00:34:00 GMT

sweet louise.

louise in the bathroom will become Stacey in the bedroom. putting her thaughts together, two plus two, is all she wants to do. she's not an average girl, quite special and sweet. but the lines i...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Mar 2005 01:34:00 GMT

murder in november.

you murdered me throughout november. you murdered every night and day. you explained me how my life functioned. you woke up every shade of grey. you murdered me throughout november. you held me...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Mar 2005 01:26:00 GMT

devilhearted angels.

i saw you with your hands above your head, grabbing the stakes on your bed. you tried to lay still, but you had to shout the name of your dream. the garden closed around you, as the red-lipped gir...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Mar 2005 01:13:00 GMT

in a second.

He was as gentle as a breeze. Like the sounds in the sea. I wished to be his moon, when i was filled with tenderness. His kiss was the passion in a piano play, a butterfly in a glass museum. The...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Mar 2005 01:12:00 GMT

snowflakes:

I wrote your name on a car window, the snow falling down. my coat got full of it. snowflakes covering my hair and face, flew down to the ground, had your name written in my face. couldn't think, c...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Oct 2003 14:50:00 GMT