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Well, here I am, making another entry. It's been a while since I last posted here.
Still stuck in Finland. Selling strawberries, and eating loads of them. And peas, cherries, blueberries and rasberries. I'm eating all of them, all the time. Because I hate my job and I don't get payed well enough, and there's a drunk who has a crush on me and who wants to marry me, and there are these kids who eat too many strawberries from the stall, and because I can't do any activism because I'm always working. And old women complain about everything, and I feel like punching half of them. And WHY can't they say HELLO when I greet them? Why haven't they learned any HABITS!? But the dogs are great, Pablo, Rokki, Poko, Aaron, Sissi, Nalle. I love you all. even though some of you are really ugly and drool a lot, and bark, and growl, and howl, I love you much more than any of the freaking drunks put together.
Oh, Helsinki's jails are nicer than those in Porvoo. But I didn't do anything. I just happened to walk by, and suddenly I was wearing an orange outfit and carrying a huge bicycle lock at Neste gas station. Damn the police. They always mistaken me for some crazy Greenpeace hippie. Damn them! Can't they tell the difference? I did nothing wrong!
Damn Thailand for being so FREAKIN far! Damn flight tickets, damn air pollution. Damn my own laziness. DAMN people who have to make everything depend on money. Damn you government for taking money from me. DAMN ignorance, it's not a bliss.
Damn this Livejournal thing.
Oh, I'm thinking about visiting Scotland and Britain in the beginning of September.
Still stuck in Finland. Selling strawberries, and eating loads of them. And peas, cherries, blueberries and rasberries. I'm eating all of them, all the time. Because I hate my job and I don't get payed well enough, and there's a drunk who has a crush on me and who wants to marry me, and there are these kids who eat too many strawberries from the stall, and because I can't do any activism because I'm always working. And old women complain about everything, and I feel like punching half of them. And WHY can't they say HELLO when I greet them? Why haven't they learned any HABITS!? But the dogs are great, Pablo, Rokki, Poko, Aaron, Sissi, Nalle. I love you all. even though some of you are really ugly and drool a lot, and bark, and growl, and howl, I love you much more than any of the freaking drunks put together.
Oh, Helsinki's jails are nicer than those in Porvoo. But I didn't do anything. I just happened to walk by, and suddenly I was wearing an orange outfit and carrying a huge bicycle lock at Neste gas station. Damn the police. They always mistaken me for some crazy Greenpeace hippie. Damn them! Can't they tell the difference? I did nothing wrong!
Damn Thailand for being so FREAKIN far! Damn flight tickets, damn air pollution. Damn my own laziness. DAMN people who have to make everything depend on money. Damn you government for taking money from me. DAMN ignorance, it's not a bliss.
Damn this Livejournal thing.
Oh, I'm thinking about visiting Scotland and Britain in the beginning of September.