All you need is a smile
I was standing on the subway on my way home to Z with my leftovers from a restaurant.
A man comes up talks about how he served his country and would like some money to buy food, He looks at me and I say -do you want my pizza?- NO honey I just want a smile. Remeber to always smile.
Scared of my own voice
I've arrived in New York..and I'm scared- I'm scared to speak american. It went well on the way to the U.S but when I met Z on the airport and we took a cab to her home it all stopped
It's not like I'm gonna die if I talk, maybe it's just is like with everything else-I want to be best before I even try.
Have to force it now-no swedish...let's see how long it will work.. I don't trust myself. How am I going to trick myself to just speak and don't be affraid.. It's like this:speak before you think! That's theone way to go!
A long day
Today's gonna be a long day.
My trip starts now and will end 03.00 -swedish time.
So when you sleep tonight I will arrive to New York!
Over and out
is it a chickensalad with pasta or a pastasalad with chicken
Okey, is it a chickensalad with pasta or a pastasalad with chicken.
This small problem is making me unnecessarily angry.
It´s just not worth it if I buy a chickensalad and all I get is a plate with salad, pasta in three different colours and four small chickenbites!!
But what do I do about if?!
I do what every swedish person would do; I eat, I smile and runs home and write about on me blog!
OVER AND OUT!