today was the sad day i had to leave my fabulous apartment in london and travel back to a stockholm that had never looked this dull. i was emotionally unstable for the whole flight back, it was like leaving someone you love! fuck i hate stockholm right now



and now gather round and I shall tell you a story you will soon forget...
we came home and i ate some cerials (kellog's redberries, can't live without it!), and about 20 minutes later I went up to my room and looked out the window and it looked like someone was having a bbq and i was like "ok I have to check out my stupid neighbors and laugh a little" (you can't have a bbq in march) and then I saw that it was no bbq, it was a fire!
me and my family live in a chainhouse i don't know what that is in english but whatever you understand and we live at number 76 and it was burning like hell in number 82 and my dad panicked and started shouting orders to everyone. so we went out on the street along with everyone else on my street and it was really burning alot! so we had to evacuate and i didn't take it too seriously and we took the car and ate some pizza, but then 3hours later we still weren't allowed to go in and i kinda started freaking out. but the we could go in and now it is 9pm and they still haven't put out the whole fire, it started at about 4.30...
and the fire only spread to number 80, 82, 84 and 86 (those houses burned to the ground) so our house didn't get damaged at all, but now it smells like smoked salmon everywhere.