| 14.05.2006 Well well. Almost a month sans update again. What can I say, except that I'm sorry? I had a lot happening in the past 28 days... Heh. 28 Days... The end is extremely fucking nigh. But I digress. I just didn't feel like writing. Every time I sat down and wrote I felt strangely drained. And somehow wrong... I'm still mad as a hatter, you see. Ok, well then, lets recap. I last wrote on the 16th... Ah yes, the Helsinginkadun Appro. Or the Helsinginkatu Pub Crawl. I must say I was very very drunk. It did me good to get out and party with some class mates, I must say. Although I did get very very very drunk indeed. The night ended in Helsinki Club, where I partied like it was 1999 with a fun girl from my class, who happens to be 186 cm tall. That's over 6 feet for you Yanks. We struck a rather funny picture on the dance floor, I must say, me barely coming up to her chin! That was fun, and then we grabbed a cab home. I wanted to send her on to hers, but she insisted (!) on staying over. Silly girl. She didn't make any passes on me or anything, so I guess she just wanted to save some cash. Besides my mum was at home, curse her, just that one time out of the whole week, so I was a bit embarrassed about that... But thankfully my classmate quietly passed out on the couch without incident. I was frankly a bit freaked out and embarrassed by the end of the evening, for many a reason... But fuck that, we remained on good terms after that, so whatever. Oh, and for participation in that event I got my first badge for the school overalls. The peasants rejoice. After that night I dearly wanted to write my blog. But once again I could not. And what really vexes me is the fact that things tend to pile up over time, and writing them down in a coherent and cohesive fashion is nigh impossible after a few days already... After a few weeks of blogging inactivity even the thought of writing a new entry becomes intolerable. Unless one is to ignore everything that has had the misfortune of happening in between the posts... What then... What then. Indeed. I think the next even worth mention was my birthday. My dreadfully dull birthday. Well, turning 26 wasn't supposed to be fun, was it? Or maybe it was. Maybe it should have been. But it's all just sewage under the bridge now. The only high point of that weekend was that we visited Sexhibition, an biannual sex-fest filled with stalls displaying all manner of cuddly adult toys, ranging from your harmless miniature pussy-ticklers to the vagina-ripping PowerFist 3000... But that wasn't what we came there for. The rumor on the street was that the ministry of culture decided to allow live sex acts on the stage. And hey, the rumors proved to be true... There sure was a lot of sausage being hidden on the stage, and plenty of bodily fluids exchanged. I feel that I must state that watching two people fuck the living daylight out of each other two feet away from your face is quite a different experience to your run-of-the-mill bog standard striptease where some prematurely aged silicon slut is lazily undulating and absent-mindedly playing with her bone-dry cunt... After my birthday "celebrations" came the official May day celebrations. Or rather during my birthday, as I celebrated it a day earlier. The May day I spent with some classmates, sitting on the grass and drinking beer. A lot of beer. And as it happens, I slowly began loosing track of the world around me, with memories of the time spent at Molly Malone, for instance, blissfully erased except for the few most embarrassing bits. I was walked to the taxi eventually, by one of the girls (the tall one, incidentally), but when left to my own devices I apparently walked off and boarded the bus home, I guess not wanting to spend an arm and a leg on the fare and waiting in line for an eternity. Naturally I fell asleep in the bus. And ended up somewhere very far from home. In the dark. Alone. So I walked. And walked. For some reason I decided that south was the way to go, and with a mariners infallible instinct south I stumbled. And whaddaya know? I ended up in Malmi, and what did I do? I went to another bar. Yes. I don't know how the fuck did they let me crawl in. Apparently I was starting to regain basic brain function, and that must have scared me. So I went to the bar, drank some more beer, bonded with the Paki/Indian owners of the bar, and made some very drunk Finnish friends. Luckily the guys called me a cab after the bar closed, since I was still a few miles away from home, although on the right track... The hangover was deadly, and the recollections worse. After that... Hmm. A few outings here and there, nothing special. See, if I were keeping my blog up to date more frequently there'd have been something to say about all of those lost days... I did help Z out with his new boat, going to Parainen in the Turku archipelago to scrape and paint his boat over the weekend. Not bad, good company and nice weather. Got a bit of a tan as well. When it comes to my boat I can truthfully say that I spent a lot of time on her, washing, waxing, sanding, painting... And now she's in the water, old thing, and all fine except that she needs a good deck wash. Well, maybe the rain fairy will help me out with that task a bit... Today was also the first sail of the season. We, that is me, Z and Bonus, braved the rain and went out to Länsi Toukki, a small island about 8 miles out to sea, where we found the sun but lost the wind. Z proceeded to disrobe and make a brave attempt at swimming as soon as we moored at the island. But as soon as the freezing water licked his balls the attempt was hastily abandoned... I understand him completely. Not wanting to loose his new found freedom of body, he proceeded to explore the island in the nude, angering the gods to such an extent that they punished him with a badly stubbed foot... So as you see, a good time was had by all. Now for the links... Even this section has suffered. No doubt by now all of you have seen the stuff I am about to show you. Or then not, so here goes... How about this image for a Photoshop work, what? Amazing... But where from the patience? And why..? Here is then a photo series on Baikonur, the Russian space port, in the way it appears now. What a dreadful waste... And to cute you the fuck out in the end, here's how to wash a nice Japanese kitty... |
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