The City Of Passion

Jönköping has a.. well its probably just a tourism thing or somthing.. but a slogan that is "Jönköping, the city of passion". I thought it was hilarious when I first heard it, but its been mulling in my brain and after the events of the last few days I have been converted into a beliver! Praise the lord!

I have a visitor! The lovely Sarah Williams, a friend of mine since forever has been lodging with me since last night. Shes been in Austria as a maid lady after teaching english in Vanuatu, an extended GAP year. This bitch has lifted my spirits immensly as I havent seen her for a while, and we are actually drinking cider spiders right now. Well i am, shes in the toilet. But she'll have one when she gets out. In Melbourne she lives like 30 seconds away from me.

Me and Anya went for a really nice play in the thickest snow i'd seen since been here. We wrote "Hej Hej!" on an un-used tennish court. I think snow tennis would be quite shit really. So anyway, it seems like the whole of builing 90 has seen it, as it was on Jasper's Facebook (refer to photo). Mmm this cider is good. So anyway. Then we bought icey-poles coz snow makes you want to eat it and then you need a substitute.

Today I took Sarah to IKEA, and showed her what the City of Passion has to offer. Not a whole lot, but still enough to make La Fundwa hot. We got köttbullar for lunch and shit. It was funny when i went to pick up Sarah from the train station.. there may have been a French boy in my bed at home still. It was very sit-com. I mean I had had this amazing night of French passion, which ended in "oh shit i have to be at the train station at 9 in the morning". Bit of a buzz kill but bros before hoes, huh?

So as you can see the city has been giving back, as i gave it it. Oh god that was shitty. Well bitches were off to Martjins birthday party and then onward. TTYL