It is friday the 2. of July, the day The Netherlands beat Brasil at football.

I lied two days ago. A friend asked me why I haven’t blogged for a while, and I told her that it was because the internet here at my grandma’s house is too slow. The internet IS slow, but not too slow. Sorry, my dear, but the real answer is that I haven’t felt the... the... (For lack of a better word) urge. I know, I should be taken prisoner and locked in a dark basement with the only thing to watch Oprah and the only think to eat Brussels sprout, but it is not my fault. Sry. Instead of writing I have read. 3 books since Sunday, and I’m currently halfway in the next book, Eat, Pray, Love. I totally recommend it.
And you know what, it’s not like haven’t tried to blog lately. I’ve opened a Word document, typed two sentences and then deleted them. Several times. But my mind has been fluttery like a butterfly this last week and the days have gone by in a sunfilled blur. But because of my love for you, stranger, I have dragged myself in front of my PC and am typing the words away. Or is it maybe because I’m bored, and unable to move because of an gigantic (And I’m talking lobster colour) sunburn on my back. You know sometimes I wish we females didn’t have those two blobs in front of our chest. (I googled a picture for you.) When men are sunburned on their back, they just take of their shirt for a couple of days and keep smearing after sun. Poor little me, with my blobs, has to wear a friggin BRA and T-shirt and it HURTS. It is tight, it’s supposed to be tight, and it HURTS. Imagine how wonderful easy it would be if we could just take off our clothes and wander free, with blobs jumping around. Like Eve. That’s how God meant it to be. But NOOOO. If I try that (I haven’t, I’m not that free spirited and proud) people stare and point and I get tickets. Where are the feminists when you need them?
(I had way too much fun googling these pictures. Maybe I’m a closet lesbian. My lesbian self is in a tight little closet in the dustiest corner of my mind, and she is planning to break out. But I trust that my love for Orlando Bloom, male hands and skirts will save my hetero self.)