got back from Vienna. still depressed. i didn't want to come home but i didn't want to stay there either, altho there3's nothing wrong with either. don't feel like doing anything but apparently i'm able to write a blog.

a huge pile of e-mails is waiting to be replied. it's funny how many of them start "Dear Miss Tapanila" or "Dear Mrs Suzi"... elsewhere in the world i suppose being this polite is a custom. today at the airport check-in the guy behind the counter called me ma'am. "Can I have your passport please ma'am". lol.

elsewhere, ppl are not being so polite, the little universe called dA behaves like a little universe should and someones are trying pretty hard to bash me tabloid-style. " she's a hypocrite about policy " " ...a lot of deviants have had it up to here with her tendency to treat members and staff of lesser rank whom she does not like as if they were lower than shit itself. " woohoo. also there are claims that i use my administrative position wrong and 'harass' people. quite blatant lies, but that's what the tabloids are about aye? you'd just expect to hear something with a hint of truth, like, saying i'm a cunt or bitchy would be harsh but i could understand it... but to make up shit is a result of...what? vivid imaginationad and...well, it's a waste of energy to think about it :) i wonder what these people would say to my face if i stood in front of them. nothing? or stone me right there and then? amuses me to think about it. i must be a threat since i'm worth so much writing :)

my bf's band has a gig tonight, and it's literally across the street (50 metres) so i think i'll go.
Vienna was...warm, and just like before really. never before have i stayed with friends tho. Miriam and Severin have now been living 2 months together so they're still kind of on a honeymoon and it shows :D we had okay time, me being depressed was a bit blah, but still. we went to a festival in Krems (a tiny city nearby), there was Peaches playing and Miriam and her friend Ina wanted to see her. on the way there me and Severin got caught in the subway without a valid ticked and that cost us 62 euros per face. that was a pretty good excuse to get piss drunk. we'd passed out before Peaches played but were woken up for the concert. i remember being dragged to almost the front row and standing there like a zombie while the girls (and everyone else - but mostly girls and a few transvestites) were jumping up and down like crazy. i guess the show was cool and she's got attitude for sure but i'm not certain i got her point... i might have to study it more while sober.

i photographed Severin's ex-gf on Sunday, she's my type of model and i wish she didn't live so far so i could shoot her more often. but anyway that went alright i guess.

what really bugged me every day was that barely any of the shops accepted credit cards, i was AGAIN foolish enough to think these retarded europeans would accept electronic money, they're still all about cash...how fuckin retarded is that? i'm not talking about a little grill stands either, i mean large grocery store chains, the biggest drugstore/cosmetics-chains in austria... none take credit cards. i would've had a visa electron too but noooo... fuckin retards. it's obvious why hitler was pissed and moved to germany. i couldn't wait to get back to the airport among civilization and pay with my VISA.

but, here are some pics.

first day: sushi

Severin shooting, as always.

being too fucking cute.

fish and chips and a 'wikinger' at Nordsee. i wonder why this fast food chain hasn't expanded to scandinavia... i would like to believe that healthy fish-fast foos would have a market here.

mr. i sleep in the middle cooking his specialty