sofia sandahl

there i was, in the kitchen, with a half eaten plate infront of me.
and i was listening to a song where they sang "happy ending"
over and over and over again.
i don't find it particular hard to se the irony in it.
whats a happy ending?
what does it mean?
where's my happy ending?

äh jag vet inte. men jag har käkat lite pasta och det har inte kommit upp än, för mig är det en sak som ska firas! men hur? kyss.