this is going to be e really messy, unstructured entry that'll interest nobody unless they're really hc stalkers of mine; i'm ridiculously tired, went to sleep at nine in the morning today and at around five or six on thursday, too. i had work today at 5 pm, almost cried at six in the morning when i remembered it. lol. but it was very bearable and quite pleasant, even. met this super stoned guy on the bus stop when i got off work today. talked about american horror story and breaking bad and other things on the bus ride to kamppi. he was nice. i just came straight home, i was so tired.
although i've lost money and sleep and surely gained weight from all the booze and lost braincells from all the poppers i've had fun. except yesterday at roska when both melinda and i experienced a bret easton ellis-level of existential crisis because roska was being as shitty as it is at its shittiest. i don't know what exactly it is. maybe it was the couple both sporting shiny new black creepers and especially the guy looking exactly like i did when i was 17 in every other way too making out next to us, maybe it was the fact that we expected a different kind of playlist (it did beat the regular 2010 wnb ug shit they usually play there tho, by far), maybe it was the fact that there was rice all over the floor. it's so easy to get lost in what you despise yet embrace just to be able to cope, but it's always breaking when you're briefly reminded of your fake existence and how you actually hate everyone and everything. i can't explain it although maybe it's blatantly obvious what i'm trying to say, but it's the way glamorama makes me feel (my favorite book ever btw). (SPEAKING OF GLAMORAMA! ON THURSDAY I TOTES MET THIS GUY WHO LOOKED _EXACTLY_ LIKE BRET EASTON ELLIS. except a bit better. he was soo nice, too. i'm not sure how i should feel about the fact that it's usually the easiest for me to relate to stylish, foreign men nearing their thirties. that sentence sounds wrong, it sounds like i'm proud of it and bragging about being mature or whatever, it's not what i'm trying to say. maybe somebody gets what i'm trying to say) but anyway, we left roska pretty much as soon as we got there. we sniffed more poppers and went to dom. it was blissful because nobody tried to be anything. ran into some friends. went to an afterparty at this french johnny depp-clone guy aino and i met on thursday and who i ran into in the grocery store yesterday when the bars had closed.
i took this lovely picture:
tomorrow i'm going to the "opening of aleksanterinkatu christmas street" (to be exact) with ilmari because you'd have to be voldemort not to love christmas lights.