a letter to lisanja

LISANJA!!!!

i can't remember what fish soup you were writing to me about earlier today but i do hear them bells ringing and my curiosity is growing big. i have a really vague memory of us serving maybe ten soups when both of us started laughing insanely about how we accidentally said "fiskesuppe" with a real fluent norweigan accent. i also remember that espen guy and the commercial he did when he went all "mmmm, suppe!". haahaa. thinking of stavanger and all things we did feels like some surreal dream, i have so many weird memories from there. my most fun memory will always be when we were watching twin peaks and that taco got stuck in your throath and both of us laughed about how andy got that thing in his head and you started choking but i thought you laughed even more so i laughed even more which made you laugh even more, even though you were choking. thinking of that always make me laugh like when it actually happened.

what is up in stockholm? was the family gathering pleasant? i went on a date with a guy from vancouver yesterday. i guess it was a good move since i've been spending almost this whole semester crying over the man who didn't want to be with me. anyway, me and this vancouver guy went to a really nice micro brewery located in an area called "le plateau". i almost never spend time in "le plateau" except from when i work there so it felt like i was discovering a new world, or at least a new area of town. i also discovered how good this city is when it comes to removing all snow from the streets. holy moly, they are so quick and efficient. it takes maybe five minutes and then the streets are all empty and you could almost get a summer vibe even though it's in the middle of the winter.

anyway, i will have to sleep now and i guess that you are waking up in a little while, just in time to read this along with your morning coffee. i miss you so let's speak this weekend. i will start work at twelve this saturday so maybe around 16.00 your time?

ossa kossa och allt sånt. snakkes!!