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| 05:35am 21/01/2005 | ||||
http://www.godhatessweden.com Too bad they didnt have that picture of these two stick figures having anal sex like they had in the papers here. I would have wanted that just for laughs. Well, I know some christian people can be fairly decent folk but I figure american baptists will always want to bang their heads against the wall. And gee, such foul language they use... "and he has sown the wind and he shall reap the whirlwind..." or something similiar. And oh. About 200 dead finns missing in asia, since that site somehow crosses the subject. |
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| 06:59pm 16/01/2005 | ||||
So I missed out the sauna. I would have wanted to go but people told me that they couldnt keep me awake. Well, this has been the warmest winter in a hundered years and it pisses me off. Its fucking January and it rains every day. Ofcource it is as dark as ever. Its dark when I fall aslpeep and it is dark when I wake. Sometimes I just dont remember, I just forget. |
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| 03:19pm 10/01/2005 | ||||
---- So christmas was great. We spent it Mari´s place, we smoked dope, watched the idiot box and played video games. And almost ate ourselves to death. I gained a few punds over the holidays but what the fuck. On new years eve we wnt to Mari´s friends place. It wasnt anything too fancy of a party but we had a lovely time. To be truthful I have had the most wonderful time over here for the past month or two. I havent been out all that much but it dosent make much of a difference to me. I am rather happy not being so fucking restless all the time. And not also being drunk all the time too. --- What else. Vastavirta-klubi startede out at Pispala some time back. Its an awesome place. The fact that its a total legit punk bar is so awesome. The beer is cheap and there are shows every week. There havent been a decent place for gigs in Tampere area for ages so I bet it really boosts up the scene. And its not as dirty, sloppy and cold as Vuoritalo but I guess it dosent have as much charm. Oh well. I went to see the Kauniit Poliisit show and the place was packed with punx, skins and the like. What could be better? Well, I wish I could remember more. One reason why I should update this more often is that I fucking forget everything these days. --- Oh yeah. I met my older brother some time ago. Like I said, he is a stand up comic, play writer, director and all that jazz. He had a pretty good so on tv some time ago called act!one. It was stand up and sketches and it was pretty funny stuff but they canceled it. He gave them lots of cool ideas for a next show but the only one they decided to use was the worst one. Its gonna be a show about different sort of toilet round the world. I dont get those tv-people. They canceled a pretty funny show and they want to pay my bro to travel the world and film toilets. Oh well. If he gets paid... --- |
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| 12:46am 19/12/2004 | ||||
Later on he calls and he says he dosent want the money but he is gonna call the police anywho. I really hate this neighbourhood. Had it been I over there I would have slit that fuckers throat I only ended up laughing at his sorry ass when he followed Maku home. But hey. "Did you rip the pants of that naughty bourgoise nutlicker? Yes you did. Thats a good dog... Yeah good girl." Oh and Maku if you read my shit, some days you just shouldnt get out of bed, man. |
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| The warrior who stayed home. | ||||
| 06:38pm 06/12/2004 | ||||
IIn a way I am relieved that I dont have to spend my evening freezing outside whyile playing cat and mouse with the cops, the taxis trying to bring the stupid huests inside the ball and posible fascist counterdemonstartors though in a way I am a bit sad. Two years ago we had the cops by the balls and almost broke through, not to mention we stranded a whole lot of taxis in the midst of the chaos but.... Ofcource, all the violence has put a lot of people off by the whole show. Sure, it is sickening to watch the rich, the powerful and the stupid celbereties rub noses there while the whole contry is going to shambles with all the homeless, unemplyment and blah blah and all this is taken out of tax payers money. Sure, everybody knows this and I dont want to write the shame shit I wrote last year. But many people have already forgotten what we were trying to accomplish in a first place. The whole indepence day turned to be the only year when media noticed that we were alive and kicking. Wonder what they are gonna say this year? That we gave in, we went home and "grew up". Last year it was so sickening when all the people who seemed to have something to say stayed home. Instead, there was a lot of wanna be teenage girls who had no idea what it was all about. Makes puke thinking about it. Not to mention this is the time of year when I get more people giving me hostile looks and picking a fight. But it makes me angry. Every year my grandfather calls and begs me not to go and gives me the same tired speech about how he and other vetrans fhought for the independence of our country. And I have to explain the same tired old story how we are not against the indepndence and so on and so on. Its so fuckiing ridicilous. Do they think we would rather be a part of Russia? Or Sweden? This year he even added that his brother, also a veteran got invited to the presidents ball twenty years ago. Big deal. And another thing I always hate is when people hide behind the veterans. I mean, you can sell any shitty thing to the people if you just say that this what our grandparents fhought for. Like for example: This guy who was one of the winners of the finnish version of Popstars said in an interview: "I apreciate the veterans becausce if they hadnt fought in the war there would not have been Popstars." How fucked up can you get? I bet those poor sods who were fighting to stay alive in the WWII thought about it. I can see how marshal Mannerheim rode to give a hearty speech to the soldiers and gave them a speech in Braveheart style. "My fellow finns. Today we fight the russians and as you fight know this. In over fifty years from now there is going to be a thing called Television, not too much different on a radio. And there is gonna be music called Pop Music. And on Television there will be a show called Popstars and all your grandchildren are gonna watch. And on that day you can be proud and tell them. I foughtin a war that made all this possible. They may take our lives but they will never take our right for Reality-TV!" Freedom is a word that has been thrown about so much it has lost its true meaning and so has indepndence. As I fight this the whole country is watching what everybody is wearing this year and if the presidents hands are gonna cramp after hours of shaking hands. (She shakes everybodys hand who comes in.) #sigh# But lets face it. If we would have broken that police line two years ago they would have released the dogs. If we would have gotten past the dogs, they would have shot us. But I am sure everybody is all but glad to get another year of getting fucked up the ass by the state and eat the crumbs from their table. "My, thats a lovely dress she is wearing." Pörje called me yesterday to ask if there is something going on today. I called and asked around if nobody was gonna atleast pull "the plan be" I heard rumors about though I was pretty much sure nobody was gonna do even that. Everybody I called told me there was nothing going on. So I called him back to tell him there was no point for him to travel all the way to Helsinki for nothing. I think he was drunk or something since he said he was gonna go no matter what. Okay. Good luck my brother. Knock em dead.... But the fight goes on. May the press say what they will but there will always be new tricks. |
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| 02:16am 01/12/2004 | ||||
 Heaven.  Hell.  Purgatory. -----  "My best friend in the whole wide world."  "Two little faggots sitting in the tree...." ------  I believe in angels now.  United we stand...  Rakastan sinua. |
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| Oi maamme Suomi.... | ||||
| 10:53pm 30/11/2004 | ||||
http://www.skinheadz.com/docs/ideology/2003/freshcut.html My favourite part is where he points out he is 100% non-homo and he therefore is a nationalist. |
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| 07:01pm 24/11/2004 | ||||
Thats all I can think of right now. I love this place. Why every pub dosent have an internet is beyond me. http://www.dogshome.fi |
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| 06:23am 07/11/2004 | ||||
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| 03:47am 03/11/2004 | ||||
    Since some of you liked her so much. These are some of the better pics I took for her to use at irc-galleria.net Basicaly thats all I got for today. I have been too fucked up for way too long. |
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| I put a spell on you. | ||||
| 08:57am 02/11/2004 | ||||
 Mari: Umm... Hi. This is a public service announcement. (Wake up stupid!) Your humble narrator: ZZzzz... Huh? Oh yeah. So unless you hadnt heard it yet, me and Mari are back together again. And yes, we are very happy and we have managed to work out the stuff that....  Mari: Hush. Good boy. That should be enough. Your humble narrator: Okay. Let me just turn this thing off. ------------------------ More epic tales of love, substance abuse, punk rock and agit later on. |
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| 07:52pm 23/10/2004 | ||||
 So this is me on my birthday about a week ago or so. And a very first picture taken with my new camera.  Long live the glorious triwhawks! This me sitting around at Vuoritalo office. At the autumn festival weekend.  Vuoritalo office. Nukke and Vilja are cooking food for the bands while the rest of us sit back and drink beer.  Topi and the Käpylä tofu massacre.  Umm... This has nothing to do with anything, I reckon.  Vuoritalos third floor. The hanging around area.  Krisses colors.  Jenni, Limppu and... whatshername....  ... and Joni´s.  People watching bands at the venue space.  Rakkaus  Some skinhead whose name I never remember.  Pjotr.  Armageddon Clock  Later on we went back to our place. Maku and Pispa at their room with Hanu.  Kalma, our hose dog trying to look cute on comand.  Long live the vermin!  Another rattie.  Lasu.  Some days later I got drunk with the artist girl. This is her table.  Her friend Anita, who is yet another artist type girl, fell in love with my armour. Also coming soon another Journal with mostly just photos but I will continue this one too, if anyone cares. |
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| Puke me a fucking river... | ||||
| 01:42am 22/10/2004 | ||||
I will be back in a day or two. |
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| 09:06am 21/10/2004 | ||||
Cant remember shit from last night. Apearently I passed out early on. Before Emma came I had already finnished a half a bottle of avarage vodka and those 80 per cent stuff really did a number on me... And I missed out on most of the fun. She said we somked a joint of bud too, but I cant remember. There is one girl asleep in my room and three more people sleeping here in the livingroom. And man am I bored. --- But now that I feel like updating I might as tell you. Umm. I had a very fun birthday last thursday. I bought me a camera and I was suprised how many people actualy remembered. My droogie Joni brought some champagne to our place and we drinked that. They even toasted to me, wich was nice and in a way sort of embarrasing, since I am a modest guy and I never remember anyones birthdays. I didnt want to have a bash or anything but it almost turned out that way. But I really had a fun day and I apriciate everybody for being so nice to me all of a sudden. Also last weekends festival at Vuoritalo was ok I think. Well, I did help out getting the bands there and all but I guess I missed most of the stuff by sitting around, getting drunk and having my nose between someones tits. Shit like that happens, sorry. But luckily I have the camera now so I can remember atleast something. --- There would be plenty to tell but I think I might head out soon, after this beer and buy more juice. And man, I need coffe too. Is good that I got plenty of shit I can irish it up with, |
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| 07:45pm 20/10/2004 | ||||
Damned if I care for any fucking thing from now... Whooo! Wake me up when we ran out. Or join us in our worship. |
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| 01:01am 16/10/2004 | ||||
If I remember right I have not argued with Norrlin last year at Puntala. Sure, we almost fought last Monttu but thats a whole another ballgame. I heard today that this whole incident lead into another fight after wich this other guy had to pay him a huge amount of money because he beat him up. What the hell? I have no recollection! But I guess it must be true, then. But I just can fucking remember this... And he had to pay this guy, all because of me. Also people claim that this one guy at Vuoritalo called me a fag. They say I said: -I aint no fucking fag! And then I smashed his face in with a bottle and knocked him out. Yet again, it dosent ring a bell. But to this, they say, there was multiple witnesses and they saw with their own eyes. Well, it dosent really sound like me. Or well, sure I can hit you in the face with a bottle if you piss me off at a wrong time but at Vuoritalo? And well, for calling me a faggot? Like I would ever care?!? Ok, is this a legend or cant I just remember. I mean, especially if I leave broken glass in a guys face? I usually do remeber shit like that. Do I really go around beating up people and I dont even care enough to even remember? Do I smash faces with bottles because people call me a fag and dont even bother to take note? If yes, whats my fucking problem? And why am I always the last one to hear about these things? So my excuse for these things. Sorry, cant recall. --- Good news! Discipline and Warriors are coming to Finland! --- But you see this bottle here, motherfucker? Take a closer look! Ha ha! --- And I wont say sorry for what I have done. I wont say sorry for having fun... |
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| 10:10am 02/10/2004 | ||||
So until then. Also sorry to everybody I know on AIM. I havent been able to use it lately. Its not because I dont really miss talking to you all. |
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| 04:34pm 24/09/2004 | ||||
On Monday the guys from Israel completed their finnish tour by having a suprise gig at Vuoritalo. A message to all members was sent that day but only seven people showed up myself included. All of us there were your averege brew crew shitworkers but I suppouse it was fun not having to do much work. Besides them nobody else played and what they did was a slightly diffrent show from what we saw the previous week. Mostly coveres. I remember they played Dead Kenedys, Fear... Stuff like that. We had a great time. I was having my first day without being drunk or hungover and I thought I could stay that way but I was dead wrong. Being the only person sober when everybody else is stoned or drunk is too hard for me. Like if you just have to sit there and listen to shit like "Oh, like in Super Mario its always these musrooms you take and leaves and flowers. Like hehee, what is that all about? I mean, I think I guess what the designers were taking back then. BA-HAA!" I think I drunk eight beers in an hour. After the show I felt like going home with Vilja, who had to go to school in the morning but the israelites convinced us to stay and party with them. What the heck, I am not at all sorry that I did since they were really nice people and we continued getting wasted and talking shit until five o'clock in the morning. The vocalist couldnt belive I am almost twenty four just because I cant grow a beard. (At least I dont have to shave.) He figured I was like seventeen. Nor that Joni is only 14 but thats no suprise. Neither can anyone else.They were around nineteen years old the whole lot. 4 people in the band and two others. Cant remember the names except for this one guy who was called Lewinsky. So anywho. We told stories from both our scenes, how we work things out, the politics, the bands and so on. The fact that the age thing was such an issue for them I guess was because the oldest punks in Israel, they say are 19-20. This because there is the obligatory three years in the army for both men and women (or was it just two for women). I guess that can really alienate you, huh? (The oldest finnish punks I know are in their late fourty's. And by this I mean people who are still punks. Not that there is much left of them or much of them left.) At some point I remember digussing of trading Vilja for twenty camels because she can cook. The guy only wanted to give ten. Okay she is such a good friend I wouldnt trade her for all the camels in the world! Ha! The next day they asked me to join them and visit Oranssi and grab some grub at Meijän Keittiö. Sure, why not. I hadnt yet visted Oranssis new spaces yet and figured it was about the time I do so. Besides, I was already starting to make friends with the band so I was only glad to hang out with them some more. Before that we hang around Vuoritalo and they even managed to shock me a little bit by turning out to be fans of white power/rac! And these guys were anarchists! And frigging jews! Well, okay then. They even sang me some Mistreat, in choir! All of them! "We are skinheads. Skinheads for finland... and you know what we can do..." It was so surreal. Okay, I know listening to that silly nazi music can be a novelty/camp thing for some but I always sort of frown on the whole idea and if these guy would have not been on Israel... Honestly, I dont really know what to think. We headed down town and stoped at the main post office. And in the liqourstore. At that point I was again really drunk and got so angry that they didnt sell me booze at the first liqour store I went in that I ran straight into the traffic at Mannerheim street and crashed into people who wouldnt get out of my way in time. Well, once I got my usual dose in my pocket I calmed down a bit. And more so when I suddenly remembered that in Oranssi you are not allowed to drink. And it was roughly two o'clock and I was already really really trashed... Once there some of them helped out in the kitchen, even I helped a tiny bit with the dishes (I am not good at tjust standing there and watching when people work. It makes me feel sort of guilty.). I was happy to find out that there was a pool table so we shot some pool. I lost every game accept for one... they were playing in pretty weird rules. The new Oranssi looked pretty much like the old one I think but it wasnt as much of a hole like the last one. The walls were painted almost in a same manner so it felt familliar in a cozy way. Not much of the people there seemed to have changed either. Though it was in the same neighbourhood as Siperia Squat. I dont know was I being just paranoid or is it thats why I think I gathered some mean looks and grumbling by some people. Hey, its not like I ever said the place should be burned to the ground but I just disagree in politics and how certain things should be run with some people there. Also I dont like psyche parties and hippies make my blood boil so why should I waste my time there? Maybe I have some misconceptions but so have some people about Vuoritalo. And not that I give a fuck if some teenaged lifestyle activist types frown upon me. Actually this one guy when they had started to serve food to me came to me and asked if we could co-operate in aranging gigs for estonian bands so we could split the costs and so... Well, I thought it was a great idea and so did people at Vuoris who I talked to. Ha. What also was mentioned was how have some of you little droogies have been acting there lately. If you dont like the place you sure do hang around there a lot messing it up and taking the piss on the hippies. "Boys will be boys". But honestly, I see no reason why not work together if there is a common cause. If there is. That night there was another gig at Vuoritalo (there has been way too many gigs lately... way too many), a heavy metal show. I had already said I was not going but changed my mind. Sure, why not. Not that there would be enough workers even if I would show up so I thought I would do my share. Although I have done that and more these past few weeks. I am probaply repeating myself but I just think its uterly pointless to have four of these no shows four times a week. I mean we are losing fucking money we need for the rent! I told mr.Piipponen about the show with the german band and how I paid them the fifty despite the measely 5 people who paid. He asked me where I took the money and he just laughed how it was like ten euros per each people who got in. And how it dosent matter if we lose money, we get more from the bigger shows. Well, I am not the Don here, I dont know about our fiances but I would just like to state that I am very concerned. Anyway.... First the Israelis asked to do a little bit of buisness. Well, anything can be arrenged and I made a phone call and me and one of them went to my friends place. When I said I can get them anything they asked me for penguins and polar bears. Well, luckily they were just joking because that would have cost them quite a bit... At first I was some bit concerned about the metal gig because those can attract some NSBM fucks. Dont know if this one did, atleast there was nobody sieg heiling or anything but it was a fun night after all and not really as rowdy as some gigs in the past have been. Sure, even some of the metal heads there thaought it was kinda weird that the swedidish band Bestial Mockery played in front of a red and black banner but... Nevermind. First band was our very own Kuolema who this time sober enough to play one of the best shows I have seen from them so far. I told this to Ile and he agreed. And I just cant over their drummer Otto. When he is playing his hands are too quick for my eyes atleast! Fucking excelent! Bestial Mockery, the swedes however was a big suprise to me. Not that I would ever, ever listen stuff like that at home but they were real ace live band. Their music was very catchy death/thrash/blac metal and I even stood there and watched the whole show without geting bored. Or I just watched people moshing. I havent seen so much hair in one place in years. Thats pretty much all I can remember. I did one hour shift at the bar and yes, got drunk and stoned and what the fuck ever. The following day I was for hours probaply the only finnish guy there with the bunch of swedes and israelis. How there was enough decent places to sleep for everybody was beyond me. I even got around chating with the metal heads. They gave me a pin of their band that I have now in my jacket. Hey, I have lost a dozen good pins lately so front looks a bit empty. "I like venues like this" the swedish bass player told. "Kinda reminds me of my place". So I replied: "Me too. Its cold and damp and makes want to go to sleep." And there is one universal thing you can always talk about. Drinking beer. They were nice, down to earth people and they seemed to appreciate the fact that we were being helpful and treted them with dignity. The guys who arranged the show seemed to be happy too though they expected more people. I would say it was pretty good for a venue like ours and since hardly any punks turned up. I was suppoused to practice with Jussi but he didnt show up. I read some ten year old fanzines, drank beer, felt nostalgic. Then I sweeped the floor of the venue, then the stairway and went home. I also had to say good bye to my newfound friends from Israel. I suck at saying good byes but... some of them said they are gonna be back soon just as tourists so we might party again some more. Yesterday Tanja came to my place again. Our weekend plans is going to see Discharge at Nosturi tomorrow and this time we are gonna be sober. Why? The price of beer there is ourageous and I have no intention of ruining the night by getting myself thrown out for drinking my own booze. And no, I am not going to drink a whole bottle before going in either. Then you dont remember anything and thats just not worth it with 12 euro admission. Last time Discharge played in Finland, yes, I was passed out in bushes so never again. I want to remember this. And since there is gonna be two of us sober, its gonna be easier I would think. Lets see if she can get the money coz I would really hate to go without her. Or I could just lent it to her. (I am not that much of a gentleman to pay her in, I guess.) Also playing there is Cockroach clan from Norway, Wrong uns from U.K and our national embarrasment Forca Macabra. Today Emma, my dearest dearest friend is coming to see me so yay! Yes, there would be another punk show today too, at Vernissa this time (and there was some russian band yesterday playing at some club I never heard off...) but fuck it, I am not going. Also a demonstration tomorrow. So little time, so little time.... |
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| 07:32pm 19/09/2004 | ||||
But umm... After last time there have been two shows at Vuoritalo where I worked. The first one was that band from Israel with a weird name which I still cant remember. It was pretty well attended though it was in the middle of the week, maybe 50 people or so showed up to see them and Armagedon Clock and Abduktio. I cant rember much.... I took the first shift at the bar and got wasted. The israelis played good and tight hardcore, though they looked like a bunch of geeks. Me and Mini- Joni went slam dancing, I remember that much and after the show I had to give a closer look of my tattoos for their vocalist for some reason. Cant remember what the big deal was. Next day it was just horrible. Some german band played, plus Valium 77, Off the wagon and Raivopäät. Five people paid to get in and at best there was four workers. After Mini-Joni and Eetu ran off it was just myself and Juhani. We were so pissed off that got so high, up to the point where I barely knew where I was. Thats how we do it at work over here.... Not that there was much to do for those five paying costumers and the bands... I paid the germans 50 euros despite the fact that hardly anybody wanted to see them. Well, the gig was advertised in Toinen Vaihtoehto, where there had been an interview of them too. But basicaly I guess nobody became because they were playing with Raivopäät. (forigners not: They are just not "cool" because they play melodic, 77- styled punk which is not at all popular in the scene and their singer is a brother of the vocalist of shit white power band Mistreat who also played in the band for years. Well, you cant chose who you are related to and I think its just bullshit to dis the band and the other bands there because of this.) Well, I think Raivopäät were pretty good actually. Dont if it was them or not, but I rember being in the pit pogoing to a Cock Sparrer song. Next day it was another date with Tanja. My head was still spinning from the day before that. When I woke up in the office that morning and hit town I was still feeling pretty much wasted and could barely figure out where I was going. That was sort of embarrasing because me and Tanja have had this talk about quitting drinking, doing stuff sober together and alll that jazz...Wonder if she thinks I am just crazy or something, especially after she saw me run amok in that gas station where I tried to get me some coffe. And like I told her, I hadnt had a drink all day. Otherwise, nothing too exciting happened. I dont know if this is getting any deeper or not but she made it clear that she dosent want to rush things. After dating a co-dependent psychopath who would not leave from my side, propused to me and even suggested making babies, yeah thats fine but... no sex. Ofcourse she has a right say no but... Jesus Christ in a chicken basket! Okay, whatever. When the right moment comes, it will come. But that made me to come up with this joke. Tell me what you think. How does an anarchist pick up girls/guys? -He/she says: "If not you. Then who? If not now. When?" Not funny, huh? Well, screw you. Anyways she went home and I spent the rest of the evening drinking beer (though I said to her I am not gonna drink) and trying to catch crabs from my nuts. Or something like that, cant remember. Luckily Toni was there to keep me company since everybody else were away this weekend. Vilja went to the national anarchist confrence in Jyväskylä, where I was suppoused to go too but I hate hitchhiking and Jyväskylä is far away. And I have spent the little money I have quite well on booze lately. Pete was at his girlfriends, celebrating his negative test results. Maku and Pipsa are still somwhere in europe. Their car broke down in Switzerland and I figure its a long walk home and might take some time. Atleast Toni is fine... Or well, that bullet in his scalp is starting to get sore again. (Topi shot him in the head at a gig in Vuoritalo with this custom made gun. Not anywhere near the strongest handgun in the world but the bullet is still there between the scalp and the skull.) Well, quit whining and see a fucking doctor. Not to mention that there was Lars Fredriksen and the Bastards show at Nosturi on saturday. It cost only 15 euros but I spent the last of my money on vodka and ciggies. What the hell, I heard the new stuff sucks anyway. Today I have been trying to recover from that above mentioned vodka and smoking those above mentioned cigaretes. Okay, at morning I was feeling more energetic for some reason and Me and Toni went dumpsterdiving. We found some tomatos, a new kettle, five packs of eggs (I ate ten eggs today and feel like I am gonna get a heartburn any moment!), buns and... yeah, that was it. We went to Hannas (the artist girl) place to bum some coffe too. What started out as a fun day turned out to be quite depressing around five o'clock. I dont know why. I just feel horrible and depressed. Tanja called and schedueld and another to next thursday. Oh why oh why couldnt she just be here now so I could fall asleep in her lap? Another miserable week is starting. Lets see what is has in store for me. |
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