Three years ago: A group of friends met, watched horror movies and ate popcorn
Two years ago: I was at a vorspiel, called my current long distance bf, broke up with him, got drunk and had sex.
One year ago: I was on a plane home from India(?) Or was I scrubbing my body to get rid of the airplane feeling… and the smell of India, shocked over the lack of people in the streets (India: One billion people Norway: four million people)
This year, I’m working at a resturant all nigth, and it’s full booked. Only couples all night. If someone propose, I will puke. I swear.
