I was back in Stockholm again this week, and realized why I never really liked it. People are too pretty. It’s one big army of tall, back-slicked, ultra-trendy, aerobic-shaped humanoids. When I’m in Stockholm, I get this instant urge to cut my hair, shave, and go on a week-long shopping session at NK (the Swedish equivalent of Selfridges). But then I go back to Pimlico, and it’s ok again.
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At least they understand what you’re talking about. Most of the time I have no idea.
well my dear cousin…you are oppressed by the figures of beauty… however, when you find your inner strenght, pimlico will not be your prison anymore
- you migth even be able to watch MTV..
you dont have to be like everyone else, you are unique and its a good thing.