Tuesday - Wednesday - Thursday mehmeh

We haven't done anything at home. The whole place smells and looks like Deadwood. Omar is never here, I am alone and Jouni is in the forest making love to trees. Food is cold, and it's really quiet here. But if you have Facebook and are my or Nora's friend (irl or facebook wtf), you can have a look what our lives looked like during the festivities of the Nightless night (Midsummer madness at Antti's part 2)

Yöttömän yön juhlaa

La vache - perdu?!

Alone again.
Omar hopped off to Provinssirock in Seinäjoki (MANOWAR!) and Jouni copperboomd off to Lapland. Atleast he gave me 10 euros, that'll last me another week or two until I die of starvation.

Nothing more to add, off to falafel we goes!

edit.
FUCK! Sahara jacked up their prices, 4.50€ for a roll-o-falafel. It used to be 3.50 :(

Un cadeau

Jouni's been gone for a while, the apartment settles in silence. Omar works alot, not at home very often. I am between jobs and doing all volunteer stuff. No time for anything else, bored. Antti frequently visits us, I've been playing around with the thought of changing the name of the blog from "3 Men..." to "3 Men and a Wii and this one dude who just won't leave", but I think it just destroys the catchiness of the name and is way too long, but maybe one day...
Just read Saskia's blog, it's funny. You should check it out if you know Saskia, if you don't, you won't get much out of it. I've also been thinking of writing in Finnish as well, maybe it would be funny?

Hmm. The place is a mess, no photoblog/log session now. No photos to prove the messiness of this mess. My rooms smells odd, and is in increasing entropy. I firmly root my belief in the Chaos Theory. My clothes move on their own as they are left to their own devices, that explains why my room looks like a murder scene. Clothes strewn all over, one light bulb missing. I couldn't even find a decent pair of jeans in the morning!
Also - note to self - do the laundry. Omar is doing the dishes. Finally! It's been his turn for like a year. No - wait. He's not doing the dishes. He just sits in the kitchen, sulks in grim silence. Or did he just close the door? HAHA.

The living room is filled with instruments. Last night even moreso. Antti brought his midi-keyboard and we tried to install a USB mic, so we could Vocoder-er stuff. Guitars spring from the floor, not even sure where they all come from? A black one with a pentagram, a nylon string guitar with stuff painted on, and just a regular nylon one with the exception of being left-handed. Losers!
Oh, and a bass on the floor.
Tomorrow work. Maybe this weekend I clean up? The smell is horrid, putrid even.
The septum of my nose hurts and itches, what a bitch pain is.
I walk around the apartment naked, swing my testicles left to right and back to the left. Can't do the helicopter - it's way too short for that. I watch myself in the mirror as I swing - to the beats of Babylon Circus.

I wanna be a bear.