Remember my rash late November I assumed to be a stress induced hive breakout brought on by my (self-diagnosed) post traumatic stress disorder-like behaviour after fleeing that volcano on Bali?
‘Course you don’t. But I do. Turns out this may have something to do with it.
Look at it.
So tall. Esthetically pleasing on the eye.. So subtle. A sniper from the side.
Cleansing shower milk. Cleansing. Milk. Shower..
I’d been piling that shit on as body lotion for weeks after fishing it out of one of those tax-free two for one baskets at the airport after my long and traumatizing journey back to Norway. I’m stunned. It looks exactly the same as the fucking lotion.
Anyways. That was a waste of antihistamines and unnecessary alienation from my cheap (in every sense) Christmas sweater I was led to believe contributed to my hive breakout.
Probably could’ve worn it every day..
Ok. Over to something less heartbreaking. Had a business meeting yesterday. Business meeting on my terms (since it’s my future business we’re talking about and I’ll run things like I want to run things and only hire and work with people I’m super into as humans beings). So obviously a bit hungover and having one of these mornings. (Note that I am not vegan nor allergic to anything but I do have a sensitive stomach and simply prefer a lot of vegan options. Plus I hate milk, always have. In case you were wondering why I was drinking chocolate oat milk and not normal chocolate milk like the normal meat-eating person that I am would. It’s delicious and you should stop stealing babymilk to little cows and try it. (Not a passion of mine either actually. I’ll just take whatever convenient moral highway that effortlessly come my way to appear more engaged than I actually am. I have no leftover energy for cows, sorry)
You guys I’m so excited about the project I’m working on. It’s big. Huge. And I can’t wait to show you.
Yes, you.
I go work now, this is costing me money I don’t have. I go work: pantless and guilt-free with my trash-tv running in the background. I kind of love life.
My goodness Viktoria. You are back!
I panicked and thought Norway must have gone!
(You probably won’t know what I am on about but I wondered if it had been taken back to Magrathea for a fjord re-design by Slartibartfast….he did win awards for it after all and it does explain your little ones ‘being taken over by mice’)…..Google it if you are wondering
Anyway, I looked at my World Atlas and Norway was still there on pages 41 and 42 so it wasn’t that!
I am sorry to hear you have been having problems with ‘chemicals’ and have altered you lifestyle un-necessarily as a result. Perhaps just soap and water is the best thing.
I love your sense of humour’ it really is the best drug out isn’t it? (I enjoyed your ‘balcony clothes hanging post especially and it coincided with a funny comment by your lovely Prime Minister on the radio about the UK’s obsession with your borders. “The only queues at our borders are of English officials observing how we run our borders”. Can we borrow here please’ she is refreshing).
I saw your picture on Instagram earlier and I was going to post a picture of me in my Saint Michael’s cotton underpants (very comfortable) but firstly he might want them back and secondly arachnophobes might view your blog and freak out with my thin hairy legs!
KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK! <3 <3
(Eleventatively awaiting a certain album).
Norway didn’t sink and we’re all here! 😀