Hands of the merchandise

Fuck, this week has been just purely awesome, and mostly for the last two days. Seeing Veronika since a month or so has been quite refreshing and these two days were just fucking fantastic.
The amount of nostalgia right now is immense, just so many songs, so many jokes and so many stories. The laughter with her is different than the laughter with other people, this shit's fucking real, we should be fucking comedians. Not sexually fucking comedians, I mean, we should BE comedians, you know. Yeah.

She's sound a sleep right now and I'm sitting here, writing this blog, listening to Queen.
Good times, good times. These last two years have been, on their own, outstanding, not always positive, but most people who've known me longer, know that I've changed a lot in that space of time. Alot of that is because of her, and it's good to know somebody that special.

Time travelling is gay.

I hate Tallinn alot though, it only takes one step off the train to understand how fucking miserable this shithole is, even the cold is sadder than the cold everywhere else. And the ammount of fake this city has is depressing, everyone you see looks exactly the same but tries so hard not to. Ironic.
Not only that but the old people here are something we should start using in the military, it'd be more effective than a-bombs. They whine more than me for christs sake.

And another thing, it really takes a person from a smaller town to understand how fucking commercial all the bigger cities are, it's fucking ridiculous, everywhere you look there's a shopping mall, a mcdonalds or some other place where you can randomly spend your money at.
I'm not saying all that is really THAT bad, but still, after you've spent more than a year living in this worthless bag of shit they call our capital, you sort of get sick of all of the noise.

Back to the main topic, it's sad how things work out sometimes. I'm talking about seeing Veronika less and less ofcourse, it almost seems like unfair, ofcourse I can honestly understand that life just works out that way I guess.
We made hundreds of pictures yesterday, not bad, not bad at all.

She looks perfect, which is good when you have a camera in your hand.
To be totally honest, there really are not enough words to describe exactly what she means to me, she is and forevel will be the best friend I have ever had and that feels good.

I love you veronika.


By the way, what the fuck is going on with the snow man, seriously, is it gonna snow here all fucking year now or what? It's getting god damn moronic already. Fucking TWICE has the snow started melting and then a couple of days later it's a complete snow/shitstorm all over again, we need Bruce Willis to save us from this fucking cunt of a weather.