even buddhas get blisters.

theres nothing better than new cure-cd’s. <3

i just spent the last two weeks with rolf. cuddling, watching animal planet, being online, typing on a stupid qwerty-keyboard, more cuddling, buying cure-records, hot hot sex and yes, even more cuddling.
i also got cool presents. i spent christmas at his parents house, which we all know is scary as hell. but hey, his brother has a hot girlfriend, so all in all it wasnt that bad. [just typed ‘bed’ instead of ‘bad’… freudian slip.]

so yeah. i got lots of presents. a cow-glass + cure-cd [kiss me kiss me kiss me] from his parents, which rules, because cows & cure are two of my favoritest things ever. i got a book [another one of my favoritest things] from rolf, ‘what would buddha do, 101 answers to life’s daily dilemmas‘, and we all know i’ve got a lot of those. i also got a poster from rolf, from le fabuleux destin d’amélie poulain. another one of my favoritest things. the fun just doesnt seem to end.
i also bought myself some stuff. a book about the efteling, a dutch themepark. no ordinary themepark though. its all about dwarfs and faeries and dragons and faerietales. and a cure-single vinyl thingie [i’m bad with all those music-type gadgets names thingies.], ‘why cant i be you‘ with ‘japanese dream‘ as a b-side. i need a recordplayer.
i also need a bassguitar. rolf has one. i played it. i can play the first few tunes of ‘boys dont cry‘ and ‘a forest‘. i think im very cool because of that. plus, i got another cure-cd of an online-friend. the wish-cd. hoorah.

rolf got more stuff though 🙁 he bought an interview with robert smith on record, head on the door + boys don’t cry records and the letter to elise-single. whore.

i hatehatehate it when im all alone after a few weeks of staying with rolf. i feel so helpless and alone. i could cry if i want to. i just dont want to.

i fell in love on my way home. i was on the bus and there was this girl… i’ve known her since i was 8. actually, my first girl-crush ever was on her. her name’s anna. and she’s still pretty. the whole ride home i was wondering how the hell a girl can be so pretty. she didn’t recognize me though. i didn’t have short hair and a lip-piercing when i was 8.
i kept staring at her and she didn’t even notice. sometimes she’d smile and i didn’t know why. but i liked it anyway.

i dont think my guinea pigs missed me. stupid little buggers. im worrying about them for two weeks long, thinking a lot about them and wondering if they’re ok and what they’re doing now… i come home, run into the attic and want to hug flap, and all he wants are his veggies and get out of my arms. pfsh. [hes still cute though.]

i hate having two diaries. i never know if i should write here or at livejournal. meh.

i love you, rolf-bolleke-poesje-olifantje-pasgeborenzeehondje-caviasoms. <3