I’m back, feeling much better now. Finally. Last week was a disaster, I could barely move! And I have to say that fever is the worst thing there is. A sore throat, ok, headache, ok, but a fever…shit! I had to call David to come and get me things I wanted and he really is a star. He did everything for me and stayed the nights next to me. Love.
But hey, that’s last week. Today it’s monday and even though I’m not 100% yet I’m going down town for morning tea and breakfast with Fredrik (remember him, huh?). I told him not to come and visit me last week and now I really do miss him so I’ll try my best to look fab down town. Too bad I’m pale as a…ghost.
Good morning!
Feeling a lot better today, in a great mood actually. I don’t know what happened yesterday, I’m not mad, I’m gonna send you a pic or two. Or I’ll post it here, a pic from the nights in German two weeks ago maybe? when I’m not wearing a shirt, wearing something else…
The Norwegian guy called me in the middle of the night (yes, I sleep with my cell next to me and will probably end up with brain cancer). He was drunk as hell, geeez!! But I kinda like to talk to drunk people, they’ll answer questions you never thought they would. It’s interesting hehe
We cleaned my apartment, the floors, dusting everywhere, did the laundry, washed the dishes (in the washer) and then sat down on the sofa, exhausted, both of us. I said thanks.
‘Something in return right?’
‘Yes, what do you want in return, mister?’
‘I thought about you cooking a nice meal but I changed my mind as we were cleaning. Now I want a nice sweet kiss, please.’
‘Think that’s a good idea, you and me kissing?’
‘Why not?’
And we kissed…a lot…of different parts of eachother.
*blushing* Not gonna happen again, but it was nice.
Didn’t do good at all in the studio, my ankle is acting up. It allows me to dance around on my toes but as soon as I try to put my heel down it hurts. Stupid. Frustrating. And I can’t dance like that.
Lap dance on saturday so I won’t be practising with Maria anymore this week. I better let my ankle rest tomorrow.
Asked Andy to get here and help me clean my flat tonight, it was a joke, of course. My friends shouldn’t be my maids. (or shall they?)
‘Okey, I will help you but then I want something in return.’
‘And what is that?’
‘I’m not gonna tell you, are you up for it?’
‘I don’t know, I don’t know what it is! What the hell, I’ll do it…or give it to you or say it or whatever it is. It’s a deal.’
‘Hahaha see you tonight then babe.’
Fredrik has been here all afternoon, no, we didn’t have sex. We talked about my job and what he did this weekend and so on…you know. Why didn’t he try to seduce me? Uhm, is he dating someone? I wanna know.
Now I have to do the laundry.
That’s the worst thing about being away, to come back home with a suitcase of laundry. And a lazy butt.
David says this is what I sound like. I can’t really sing but the voice, it could have been me. He says this and looks me into my eyes, he’s honest and serious about it. When I speak and Andreas speaks, it’s all the same. He couldn’t tell the difference if it was on the phone. Well, the British accent of course, but that’s it.
I’m gonna listen to Andreas a bit more when I’m alone but I can’t say that it’s a lie. He might be right, for once.
I spent the entire evening at Fredriks place yesterday. Hehe. He’s nice, ooh so nice. He seduced me and we had one of those lovely two hour sex sessions. Then we shared a bottle of wine and relaxed on his sofa…but my hormons, you know… Gimme more! I whispered and he did.
No dirty post today, I just want you know why I didn’t post anything last evening.
Good day! It’s already 2.15 and I haven’t done much this morning. On the phone, listened to some music for the show and cleaned the bathrooms (has to be done, right). Fredrik refused to pick up the phone yesterday so I gave up and had some Michelicious-time on my own instead…He called this morning, I refused to answer. What goes around comes around, I’m not horny anymore. It’s not as bad as yesterday anyway.
We didn’t kiss, even though we came close a couple of times. We haven’t been friends for that long and haven’t spent that much time together, to kiss now would probably ruin a lot. (and who knows what might happen if we do kiss, you know, sometimes I can’t stop myself hihi)
One day we might be able to do it and just enjoy it, like me and David, but not yet.
Andy is here and he brought not one, not two, not three but FOUR bottles of wine. For me and him only. That’s what I call a gentleman. My parents left at noon and he really knew what I needed. A nice tipsy night at home with a cute guy.
My Michelicious behaviour 