Seriously, don’t do it. A post with some same-ol-same-ol updates and then kind of (totally) derails into some kind of Eyes Wide Shut perversion. Can’t believe I’m posting this right now.

A honeymoon in greece and a crazy time in Oslo.

This post is pretty personal and it’s something I’ve always joked about but on my own, take very seriously. It’s something I’ve been dealing with since I was 14 and still have no explanation. I feel that sometimes it completley cripples my ability to be creative, especially since I had that ability once bursting out of me. Tough one.

Something always seems to go wrong when I venture into my home country alone. Granted, I’ve only done that twice since having moved to Oslo but both times something goes wrong. Alexander and I must have the worst luck with landlords.