YOU CAN'T REALLY OVERDOSE ON SUSHI

My boyfriend picked me up from work with our car (which is worth mentioning because it's a museum-registered car so we don't drive around in it that much) and when we got home I found out he had made me sushi, which I love. I think we had almost 50 pieces toghether and even though you get very full, you can't really overdose on sushi, not even if you are schedguled to have it with your friend the next day. I could have sushi every day!
(But sometimes I feel a bit bad about eating fish - I've been a vegetarian for years, at some point a vegan too, but I started having fish about a year and a half ago. I really like tuna and that's almsot the worst one can have from an ecological point of view. But then again - I smoke cigarettes and drive an old car so that makes me an ecological monster anyway, tuna or no tuna...)

TO THE DEPTHS OF THE OCEAN WHERE ALL HOPES SANK SEARCHING FOR YOU

I had been waiting for this. On Friday the film Control finally arrived here and I went to see it straight away. I thought it was great but I'm not sure if I would appreciate is as much if I wouldn't be a fan of Joy Division or like new wave in general. But then again, even if their music is present all along the movie it is not so much the story of that band but more the tragic tale of a young talent that just couldn't come to one with himself or handle the life around him. And if one is not in to any of that it's still worth seeing because the movie is beautifully filmed, all in black and white, and Sam Reily as Ian Curtis is really really good (and looks very stylish all the time).

The real Ian Curtis

OH, I'M EATING OUT AGAIN

Dress: H&M, coat: S&M, cardigan and bag: vintage, shoes: Fabbri
gold shimmering Khmer-scarf: from Cambodia, and to add a litle kitsch: Vishnu pendant bought in Bali.

In the evening I made myself a nice hairdo by forcing my there's something about Mary fringe back with an armada of hairwax. (I used to pull my hair back all the time before when I had a fringe when my hair was dirty or so. But this time the fringe is a lot shorter so it's much harder to get it to stay. Enough said about the firnge now anyway). And then I find myself eating out with my sister at a place we go to quite often, ordering what I always have and a little red wine aswell just to celebreate the fact that, ehrm... it's wednesday and I've done some work... or something. (Next week I'll start cutting back on my expences and I'll just have vegetable soup at home. Or then I'll just stop thinking about this. Normally things always work out anyway :)

THE BAD HAIR DAY

Somteimes I just never learn. Or forget what I've learned. To mention one thing: never go to sleep with wet hair (to be more exact - with a wet fringe) unless you don't want to have a really really bad hair day the next day. Yesterday I woke up looking like a medieval village fool, with my fringe standing right up in three directions. And once its up, it wont come down. For a while at least. But I didn't really have anything special to do so I just pulled my beret on to cover my head when going to the store. But then my phone rang. It was one of my employers calling from his vacation in Thailand with a slight emergency - some cloth samples that were already late for the buyers had arrived from the factory and had to be sent forward right away. This is a small company so at the moment the only one who had the time to do it was me, and as I can't say no or didn't want to ruin anybodys vacation I promised to fix it.

Still looking like an idiot I dragged myself tout to the industry area where office is, hoping that I wouldn't run in to anybody . But its a office space with many companies and I had to ask around to find boxes and stuff so I flashed my nice hairdo around to a lot of people. (Not that it really matters weather I look stupid or not. But, of course, I'd rather look my best all the time and verywhere)

Being organized not my strongest side - when it comes to work, the visual work I do, I'm very concentrated and exact, but otherwise I guess I'm a bit more... relaxed (or as I use to defend myself to my boyfriend when he goes crazy and calls me lazy: Im just very bohemic). So now I had tens of samples with different order numbers and codes to be sent to the right buyers and matching lists and tables are really not my strongest feature. And I wanted to get the hell out of there as son as possible. But after some cigarettes, a little swearing and some more concentration I managed to get all the boxes and sample bags to the post office.

And then, to once again show to myself that I really never learn , I went and bought myself those expensive dates and a costy smoothie on my way home.