It’s 4:18PM here in Stockholm and I just checked in at the hotel.
Fuck, it’s already dark outside.I have this nagging feeling that I’m soo gonna love Stockholm.
The moment you get out of the plane gates, you’ll see an abundance of famous Swedes plastered on the wall. One thing that striked me most is one of my favourite models, Mini Anden.
Even the immigration officer things I’m beautiful. I gave him my passport, all he asked me was "are you here on vacation?" I said yes, but I’m here to shop. Then I saw his eyes move from my passport to William (my oversized dead fox scarf with a head) which I placed on the counter. He winked at me and said "enjoy your stay".
HELL YEAH I’LL DEFINITELY ENJOY MY STAY.
As soon as I’ve checked in to the hotel, there’s this Danish guy (blonde) who helped me out with my luggage to my room. He’s sooo adorable… and he’s very chatty, asking me if it’s my first time at the hotel, told me that Stureplan is just near, even gave me a cord for high speed internet connection. Then he said something about his life story how he’s also new here in Stockholm (he moved from Denmark).
So go figure.
I have something to talk about later; I just need to freshen up, wash my face and trim my finger nails.
I’m definitely going clubbing tonight, whether YOU like it or NOT.
EVEN IF I DON’T KNOW A SINGLE SOUL IN THIS CITY.
And yes, I had one of the BEST fucks in my life – in Moscow.
I’ll tell you more later.
Including the juicy stuff.
P.S. If you’re in/near Stockholm and would like to rescue me from chronic boredom, please email me, firstname.lastname@example.org. I need to buy a Swedish sim card for my phone, too.