loooong day. probably because i was so tired. i met with Arttu in the evening. we plan to spent at least one evening together for the next 5 months. quality time. we went to dinner first and then movies. the pasta place was full (Don Corleone in Kamppi) and we waited for a table for about 15 minutes. i seriously reconsidered waiting several times.... i hate waiting in line, unless it like at an airport check-in or something...im used to those. but waiting to get a table? or to go to a bar? what kind of place deserves that from me? its not like that they are asking for it either, it is my decision to queue to a place thats full. i try to avoid it very hard. the movie was Julie Delpy's 2 Days in Paris. i think the leading male role resembled F a lot. in good ways.

i rarely get hatemail, maybe just once every 3 months these days. i used to get more perhaps. in dA i got a lot of flaming and shit poured on me. and im not saying i was always totally cool about it, but ive realized that in a way i am the perfect person to receive all that, since i can take it. not a lot of people can, very well anyway, its not self evident, they get upset, need the feel to attack back and what not.... working as a policy violation admin gave me extra perspective on peoples idiocy and staying out of shit. anyhow, i got this today ;)

"IT'S NOT WORKING FOR FUCKING FREE YOU DUMB IGNORANT FUCKING BITCH!!!!!! TAKE THAT KNIFE AND SLIT IT THROUGH YOUR FUCKING THROAT AND DIE YOU FUCKING WASTE OF LIFE AND PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT.. CUT YOUR HEAD OFF AND STICK IT IN A BOX LIKE IN SE7EN YOU CARELESS MOTHER FUCKER YOU.

IT'S CALLED ART. ITS CALLED COMMUNICATION.. ITS CALLED YOU'RE A FUCKING DUMBASS WHO SHOULD COMMIT SUICIDE RIGHT NOW AND HELP US ALL OUT AND QUITE MAKING YOUR FUCKING HORRIBLE AND DISGUSTING PICTURES OF BULLSHIT. YOU FUCKING SUCK AT EVERYTHING YOU DO AND YOU PROVE THAT HUMAN INTERACTION IS WORTHLESS,, GO BURN IN HELL YOU FUCKING BITCH, AND AS YOU ARE ALREADY THERE, BURN THROUGH YOUR FUCKING SOUL AND BECOME THE ROTTING DECAY IN WHICH YOU ARE.

FUCKHEAD.

I JUST FIGURED YOU DESERVE TO GET IT BEAT INTO YOUR SKULL.

DUMBFUCK."

didnt even read all of it, its just not worth my fuckin time (but i did paste it here :D) makes for great content in this scrapbook. reminds me how important i am, to be worthy of all that trouble and attention, hehe.

what else. i finally got a new mousepad, the purchase even surprised myself, it was so impulsive. my old mousepad has been falling into pieces but its still fine, so i decided to stick to it for another 10yrs or whatever. but then, i saw this hunny today













a gel pad...yes. but its cute.

i went to pick up this from the mail... Narciso Rodriguez's For Her. another freakin perfume *shrugs* and less than half an hour later i was waiting for Arttu at a shopping center and went to look at the perfumes there to kill time. geez, found another great one. i am mentally bitchslapping myself for this. wtf is the obsession with perfumes?! i need to fuckin let it be.




















good night.