Handball IS a Sport!
Here is the proof, dear Sara, whom I beat twice in arm wrestling. Enjoy the boring sport of handball!
WTF?! Are you serving me TEA?!
First of all. This part of my post is dedicated to Henric Thornér, that wanted to know ALL about when I got my hair cut. I'll marry this guy one day, seriously.
Get a hair cut AND an adventure at the place in Elliots Hotel! It started of nice as usual. Pretty girl washing my hair and me feeling like a god (cause I must admit, that is the best part of getting your hair cut). Then I was sat down for the cutting to begin. "Are you Russian?" they asked me. The only way I could get them to understand I was Swedish was to say "Ikea". LOL! I think they dropped things like 3-4 times allower the place, it was really funny actually.
Then suddenly they offered me a cup of tea, which is a story in it self. Why the fuck do they serve TEA in a hair saloon? First I struggled to find a moment to drink it, cause the hair dresser was pushing my head around so I had to like chase the cup with my mouth. Then when I finally found a moment, as she went away to get something, I rushed for the cup and started to drink. Unfortunately, a lot of the loose hair that she had been cutting, fell down in the cup (unevitable) and I was not able to drink it anyway! YAY! Then I never managed to find the next open stop to eat the brownie they gave me, so I had to leave it behind.
BUT! Actually I got another washing of my hair, for whatever good that was for. Was I too dirty? Don't think so, I freaking shower and was my hair every morning, LIKE E PRO! I hope you girls are reading this, so you know how FRESH I am... and you too Kyle, Daniel, Michael, Henric, Timo and all the other boys I like.
Gym day today!
Never seen this topic before have you? ;) Well tonight is the night! I'm going there, I'm doin' it! At least for a bit! Well... that's all I wanted to say really.