god bless the sweds! p.s. how do you spell sweds? sweeds? swuids? the hell man

Stockholm, Sweden

Alright, I’m getting tired of typing this but I’m conviced there’s something in the water up here. Sweden is gorgeous. I think its like a law that people have to work out. The men were stunning, tan, fashionable and lean. The women are long, blonde, simple and currently Miss Sweden is Miss World. Its just crazy, my neck is sore from looking at people right and left. I’m surprised I didn’t die from a car or something. anyways.

This place is amazing. There was a marathon going on so we watched that for a while, all the streets were closed. We went shopping and we did it up right. Zara(my new favorite store) was everywhere, H&M was literally on every corner. Its like the gap of Europe, nuts. The malls were gorgeous and packed with everything. Just overwhelming. It was 80 degrees and sunny and like I’ve said before, we were told how lucky we are to see these placed up here with sun. its normally cool and rainy. Lucky us.

So last night me and mashawn hung out with the guest entertainer on board and his boyfriend of 6 years. Must be nice. The boyfriend’s name is Shimi short for Shimon and he’s gorgeous. He’s from Israel and is a dancer in London. Light skin, long dark hair, perfect body, gorgeous smile. I was smitten. Haha. Enough of that. They ended up being really cool, I learned a lot of stuff about the West End in London(their broadway), and they got me talking in my deep voice. In fact I’ve talked in it all day today and its really not that bad. Its funny how people come in your life for whatever reasons and I guess that was theirs. Something about hearing a total stranger tell me how my entire face changed when I spoke in the deep voice and how it just matches ME. It just clicked. I’m really gonna try to continue the deeper voice because I feel it will be more accepted when I move and start trying to be a professional super star. Part of me feels like I’m changing who I am but the other part feels like I’m letting myself out. Like I’ve been hiding behind the voice. I don’t know. Its deep up here inside my brain. I’m a little overwhelmed

Oh yeah, and the 10th is Stacy’s birthday. She’s our singer dancer girl. We were walking around the halls tonight and this Indonesian guy ((he was in the ms. Rotterdam pageant last night(a bunch of Indonesians and philepeanos dressing in drag)) gave us 10 empanadas. This is like a sweet bread with cheese and sugar. Its heaven. So we go to our room and start eating. THEN he comes back with a giant metal bin of CHICKEN. Its like bbq’d with some Indonesian sauce and we just start grubbing. I mean we are messy and gross. I’ll try to attach a picture. THEN this other guy Chandra brings MORE empanadas and then the cook troy brings a freakin cake for stacy. So much for my sweet body tonight. But whatever, we did two shoes and they damn near killed me. My legs and feet are cramping and I can’t stand up. This life of a rockstar is catchin up with me. St. Petersburg and last night with Chris and Shimi till 5am might just be too much. Guess I’ll have to start scheduling my events.

But yeah if you talk to me soon try to make me talk in the deep voice if I’m not.

Lesson of the Day: I can live in Sweden, be ripped, and have a little tummy and still be hotter than anybody in the west. And I’m moving to London as of today. And I miss matt but I guess that’s out of my hands right now…not trying to make anyone feel guilty, just sayin. I don’t really have an outlet here.