Bus Pick-Me-Up!

As I'm feeling the dreadful summer-depression devouring more and more of my soul as the summer grows hotter and darker, work is nowhere to be seen except on the odd weekend when I desperately want to socialize with the jobs galore fuckers that I know (I love you, I don't mean it, well I kind of do, I hate you all, fuck you all, WHERE IS MY VALIUM?) here in Oslo; I've started cherishing the little things in life (and of course violently mocking my fuck-buddy and treating him like crap over the weekend even though I actually rather like him...), like what happened on the bus today.
As I was on the bus trying to look inconspicuous and like any other ticketholding passenger, staring intently out the window with sunglasses on and with my music on full blast whilst gritting my teeth, a stunningly gorgeous man in his mid-twenties with a scruffy afternoon shadow sat down next to me. I was taking the bus all the way from Skøyen so when we hit Jernbanetorrget, we had been sitting together for a while. Suddenly he turned to me, touched my arm and said:

In Swedish "Hey, you have really gorgeous hair."
Turning away from the window and picking my music out of my ears "Sorry, what?"
"You have really gorgeous hair, is it colored or natural?"
Puzzled "Somewhere in between I think.."
"It's pretty, so what do you do?"
And from there it went on. He was charming and I was reluctant until the bus his Hausmanns gate where he said he had to get off at the next stop.
"Would you like to go get some ice cream or something sometime?"
Needless to say I was still confused at the situation of being hit on in a bus, by this incredibly hot (I can only assume "party-) swede," but I was so lost in his hotness and impressed by a man who hits on a girl whose headphones blare with music and whom stares intensely out a window blatantly pretending he doesn't exist that I actually said yes and gave him my REAL number. I doubt I'll text him back if he actually tries to contact me, but it was a nice ego-boost for me, and let's be honest, it probably was for him too.

Here's to party-swedes with too much confidence and slightly sub-par social antennae!

Hot-N-Fun, this song is about them:


Hare Krishna

Siren

Smoking makes you thinner kids and fashion is for shallow fuckers like me!

Vanessa Bruno Spring/Summer 2010 from viacomit on Vimeo.

THIS is the kind of thing I would love to do before I have to retire from modeling (25) or if that doesn't happen, as an actress before I there die of old age (41)...

I would also like someone to find me interesting enough to come to my house and take semi-candid shots of me in my weird thrifted clothes from around Oslo and the world that I will never have the heart to throw away...







I would also like to own a collection of freaky gigantic stuffed-animals heads (no real ones, HORRIFYING!)
And like Erin Wasson here shows us, smoking looks good when you look good. I kind of want a cigarette. I keep saying "I only smoke when I drink," but it so happens that I drink quite a bit and therefore almost smoke regularly. What do I do then? Well, I'll do what the kids do and listen to the advise of The Flintstones:
God bless the 50s, God bless America and the ass-aches they keep putting themselves trough!

Hare Krishna