Welcome to Stockholm

Welcome to Stockholm

God. Finally. I've been waiting for this moment. Many people have told me NOT to post on this blog when I'm drunk because god knows what I'll say and what will come out of my pussy flaps. I don't give a flying fiver though; I'll post when I want to post.

(view from my window)

Fuck it though, I had about 4 gin tonics and 3 vodka red bulls. I'm as tipsy as a row of pink tents.

Before I continue, let me just tell you that my dad has been worried about me because my eyes looked FUCKED on my pictures. Dad, if you only knew what I've been up to, I've been SOBER and CLEAN as FUCK; I haven't had an ounce of alcohol in my system in ages let alone do something that would endager species of the rare kind.

(Hi dad! Hi mom! Hi everyone in the Bryanboy.com household. I know I haven't called you guys in the past few weeks but I'm doing good, I'm ok and I love and miss you all.)

Today's been good. I've been roaming around the city, have been shopping (again) and been meeting people from all walks of Swedish society.

I went to ACNE jeans first thing in the morning (finally) and ended up buying a shitload ( a ton of pairs) of denim jeans.

Note to self and others: when in Stockholm, be sure to wear the tightest pair of jeans possible; DO NOT, under any circumstances, wear anything flared; make sure your jeans are tight and VERY slim.

I **LOVE** ACNE jeans. Ugh. Words cannot express my love for them. Even went to Filippa K, bought up the usual basic, black button-down shirt, a bow-tie and some underwear. I also bought some souvenirs for the familia de horreur.

I went around "Old Town" on my own aka Gamla Stan. It's this tiny little island filled with small shops; all the streets/alleyways are made of bricks that could put the quality of your high-heel shoes to the test.

It would have been nicer to take pictures when the sun is up but we're in Stockholm; the sun rises at 11AM and sets at around 3PM. Bah!

I also met up with my Swede buddy Nikolas for a snack and some light shopping. We went to this "Culture House" with one of the FANTASTIC views in the city.

After eating, Nikolas and moi went to buy speakers for my ipod then we went to my room (hint hint... don't be silly). LOL. He even declared his undying love for me.

(love his jawline, love his eyes, love everything about him. he's a looker! loves it.)

I also met up with Eli again and we went to this place called "Torget" in Gamla Stan (again). This is where the insanity began.

BTW, isn't it hilarous that I talked about moving house to the no-logos-allowed village (on my previous post) and then here I am, wearing my IN-YOUR-FACE-LV-LOUIS-VUITTON woollen scarf? Ugh. I guess it will take time to get rid of bad habits.

(those are skin-tight ACNE jeans, BTW)

Eli and I first went to Torget, followed by Cafe Connection. We had like 1 or 2 drinks at Connection then we decided to go back to Torget.

Upon arriving at the entrance, there were a shitload of people there, including this VERY, VERY friendly Swedish lady, who has an anorexic daughter (like me) and a "beautiful" 19 year old son. She shared all her lovely stories about Brazi. She's insane at the same time lovely. She's quite an eclectic character. Her boyfriend is from Amman, Jordan. I love it!

She's with her friends, a lesbian, a gay guy and a presumable straight girl.

After a couple of drinks at Torget, Eli and I decided to go home. His tube station is quite far from mine so we parted ways at muy tube station.

Get your balls read - I take back whatever I said on how "I don't take public transport."

I NEVER DO, usually. But this time I had to make an exception cause my station is just near. Cabs are quite rare and going to the tube is really convenient.

I think that's all for now.

Oh, one last thing.

Imagine havig a threesome with these 2 swedish guys for Varberg.

As to who is cuter, you decide. I love them both... because they love me!

If you're going for aryan looks (and true blue Eurotrash old rich, go for the one on the left, wearing a Burberry thing... though my Brit friends would consider him as a chav...). But if you're after a dark-haired hottie, then go for the one on the right.

Either way, imagine me having a threesome with both of them.

SICK.

But fun.

Hah!

That's it. I'm glad I managed to create this post without any visible typos whatsoever - cut me some slack, I'm tipsy.

I'm off to bed. Tomorrow is my last night in Stockholm. More stories to tell and more pictures to come.

I love you all, as always.

Baboosh!