Past, present or future?

Weekend is here, I am moved to the new bohemian flat, utterly single and the spring-sun is shining. I have a swanky gay party in Notting Hill happening tonight and two parties tomorrow. Both with potential flirt material. For lunch today I treated myself to a pretty spring-dress, a bit of 50-ties lolita meets 70-ties hippie. Very very cute. Sunday I am off to Norway for 1-weeks skiing with parents and sister´s family. And for easter the best massive are going to Verbier for a party-skiing-glamour champagne-drenched long weekend. And I am getting a white Boeri-helmet with Swarovski crystals to be the coolest on the slopes.

Not a hell of a lot to complain about in other words. Except maybe I don´t have any time to blog or to write. And maybe that I would like Mr Sketch and myself to get our future going. But this little happening is keeping at a clear distance. Think I might need to find a new future. Maybe the weekend will provide some futuristic alternatives. Or at least something for the present tense. Would do too.

Love and kisses