All ‘Bout The Money
There has been barely anything but Sweden Rock preparations today. I went through my traveldrawer to see how much pre-shopping I have to do (this time, necessities such as bandaids and what not) only to find out there was absolutely nothing I had to stack up on. I guess a few years of constant stacking up has given me quite a storage, because it wasn’t like there was a box of painkillers, no, there was a box and then the sheets with the pills were spread a little here and there in the drawer. But after all is said and done, all I need to get are batteries. And make up. That’s all. That’s literally all. Feels sooo good.
Besides this I’ve always finally started to look through what clothes to bring, only to realize I’m not really bringing as much as I usually do. I guess I have, in a way, given up. I’ll just put on anything. I’ve thrown in my shorts, my fave skirts, my fave tops and my new official concert tee – “Candy for the Cannibal” and then I’ll throw in a pair of long-pants in case of emergency. And then I’m dannes. Feels pretty good to be honest.
But oh right. I need to pick up pantyhoses. Them bitches break all the time. All. The. Time.
// Sara
Sara Hammerzmith 
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