Hello. It's Friday night and something smells incredibly good in this house. Sadly it isn't coming from my apartment.. But oh well. This plate of pasta with tomato sauce in front of me isn't so bad either. I am listening to Brooklyn by Woodkid and thinking about writing a similar song about how I feel about the city I live in some day. But I don't know how to write songs though, which is a terrible shame. Someday when I have more time, I will sit down and learn it once and for all.
In five minutes I will go to a party that I'm already 1½ hours late for.  Im always late. But it will be great anyway hopefully. It usually is. 

Goodnight!