Keeps Getting Petter And Petter

So in Tampere I ran a bit out of money. / Hi, uhh could you and Dad transfer me like twenty, thirty, forty euros, for food and train tickets? / Hmmyeah… We’re a bit broke this time of month, too. // The phone call was a tad bit humiliating, considering that half the first hundred euros I had were spent on partying. / (Sigh.)

Humiliation was increased by the fact that the new money transfer got wasted on partying as well, or otherwise irresponsible economy. // Beer Bingo! //Why of course I’ll buy a drink to my babe! // Tampere makes me feel anxious, I’ll delete tomorrow’s ticket and leave immediately tonight. // I’m starving. Gotta eat before the train comes! // Oops I’m running out of cigs, too.

At home there was a pile of bills to pay, of course, and dreary dry-foods. / One has coped with oatmeal before. / I decided to be strict to myself. // I received money from the folks on… Wednesday. Now it’s Sunday; just a couple more days and maybe I can ask for more. / (Rumble, squeeze.)

Today, on Monday, I gave up. / Easy does it, I’m zoning out like hell. / I’ll just smoke half a cig, otherwise I’ll run our of oxygen. // Say what! You could’ve come to our place for dinner!That’s what friends are for! / Half kidding – Full hysterical. // I’ll text them, I’m too ashamed to call. / Hi, send me a twenty, ran out of food.

If I were Alison Bechdel or Hanna Koljonen, I’d interpret the whole shabang through some purgatorial imagery. // I’m feeling sick… Bad air conditioning and too much beer? – Karma is a bitch! // Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa… // Halloween party in two days. Not gonna buy a single beer though! / (But I accept freebies, wink wink.) // I’ll ditch sweets, too! Processed sugar is living Hell! / (I just finished reading a comic book about sugar addiction.)

Half the sixty euros I received was spent on all kinds of (supermarket) vegan foods. / Daddy’s little princess has grown to a queen! / So much for channeling Koljonen. I did wear Bechdel-esque stripes today, though.

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How to summon a Nixu.

I can’t sleep anymore. / (*Didn’t sleep at all.) // (Sigh.) // Shot some short film as extra assignment for school yesterday. Then a local pub happened. // So today I’ll shoot the last bit. Thank God. // If I’ve ever dissed Indian ink, I take it back now. / Paper factory seen from my part of town. // To Tampere on Saturday morning. / Where the fuck do I sleep? – What fucking money will I live with? – Who the fuck cares? / Oops can’t focus on school, more coffee now.

(Account: 100€) / Here’s hoping. / (Dam bridge.) // Feels funny to go opposite to people returning from the bar. There’s another drunk wobbling by. // Hi! / (A singer from a local super-awesome rock band.) // I’m so in the scene.

Here again. // Hi! Wanna buy vegan chocolate? // This’ll be an awesome trip.

Then I walked three kilometres to a gay bar and drank like a sponge! // You look just like Jack Sparrow! Kiss me! / People I apparently look like with my moustache: // Oops. Well, I’ll cope. / Bus tickets – Vegan food – The friend I’m staying at is an omnivore. / K I did drink beer, too. Sorry mom! // Then Pispala happened. / (Rrrumble) / Look what the train brought! / Whimper whimper.

Idk then everything started falling apart. // It’s gonna work out, let’s party the woes away, I’m on a vacation I gotta party, I’ve been hungry before, think of those young people who are actually starving and outcast in this city. // I don’t wanna cuddle, I wanna be alone. // Phew. / That’s all, folks!

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Walking on the street. / Walking on the street while singing ”Crazy In Love” by Beyoncé.

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I attended a bitchin’ music gig instead of Zombie Walk. // The next morning: / I’m so hungover that my eye hurts. // But the pain didn’t go away! / Zombie infection!

Well it certainly isn’t a piece of solid material in there. I’ll prescribe eye drops. / Okay. // I hope they’re one of those pupil-dilating drops.

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Culture class orienteering party! / (I was a checkpoint host) // Then to Haapavesi, hungover as fuck. / Where the fuck is my tax card. / What the fuck am I gonna teach ’em. / What the fuck’s that smell. // I’m teaching comics in Haapavesi Academy for two days. This should be fun.

I thought you were a new student. / What, Niko’s teaching here?? // Boiled-to-death vegetables for lunch. // Then I couldn’t sleep! / You’re not making progress in college! You’re lazy and talentless! Comics won’t make ends meet!

My boobs are growing out of my neck.

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