Sometimes I wonder.
Who reads my blog?
I know some of you, but the rest?
When I look at my Statcounter, it looks like people from all over the world pop in to check out my breakfasts. Someone from Dubai reads my blog. Awesome. (Or maybe it's just a spam robot - maybe you're all spam robots - aaargh!) Anyway - a couple of months ago I wrote something in Swedish about how great it would be to meet up and have breakfast together. This mostly concerned readers in the Gothenburg area. We never had that picnic - I'm pretty good at starting something and not finishing it. You could say that I have a master degree in not finishing things. How I've managed to maintain this blog since last October goes beyond me. It should be dead and buried by now, if you were to go by my other projects. Someday I'll tell you all about the stupid things I've taken on over the years. Christ...
My point is (I did have a point with this - I think), I would love to meet you. Not just readers in the Gothenburg area, but others as well. How cool would it be to meet up in...say...Paris and just stroll and talk? Go to museums and flea markets? Take photos. Eat crêpes and look at people (in a not too disturbing way...)? I think it would be pretty aweome. Paris with strangers. Because that's what we are, right? Strangers. You don't know me at all - you know what I eat, but that's pretty much it. I am 31 1/2 years old and spend all my money on vintage dresses. My hair is a mess. I have a fat cat and a boyfriend who puts up with dresses hanging everywhere. I met him on the train 10 years ago. The boyfriend, not the cat. I am a hopeless romantic, but I prefer to act as if I am not. I can sleep everywhere - on the floor, standing up - you name it. When I get mad, I throw things. Sometimes they break. I always misplace my glasses. I've sat on them at various occasions. I look like a crazy person with all that hair and crooked glasses. I talk when I'm nervous. A lot. About nothing. I've never been to the US, but I have a pretty good accent. I could probably pass for Canadian. I love Paris. I love it so much that I never go anywhere else. I think Le Petit Prince says more about life than any other book in the world and I can dislocate one of my middle fingers. I wish I had the character to become a vegan. I laugh a lot. I think I'm the funniest person in the world (I've been told that I am not - tsss - lies!). When I decide to do something, I go all in. 110 %. Oh, and I think too much. About life, love, death and a thousand other things.
That's basically me in a nutshell.
So. Now that you know a little bit more about me - tell me about you.
Or better yet - save it for Paris.