Ma mängin esimest korda!

Mind kutsusid eile minu parim sõber C ja tema kallim T viimase kodukohta külla. Poolsada kilomeetrit linnast välja on jõukas peremees korraliku pesa pununud. Tõsiselt: kui paljudel on koduhoovis vähemalt (rõhutan - VÄHEMALT) 50 meetrise läbimõõduga ringi kujuline tiik mis esiteks asub kõrgemal kui maja ja teiseks on piiratud tammiga millest vesi voolab kohinaga mõõda hiiglaslikke betoonist treppe alla mõne meetri laiusesse jõkke, jookseb maja eest ja läbi hoovi ning siis suubub liivapõhjaga soolaveekogusse? Võin kinnitada, et kõik muu selle koha juures oli ka sitaks äge; ei saa kohe alguses tänamata jätta Ilmataati - päike säras terve päeva nagu tellitud prostituut.
Alustasime kohe grilliga. Kartuleid keedeti, salatit tehti ja kõike muud head serveeriti lauale sauna ees. Oot! Valetasin. Alustasime muidugi õlledega ja mulle näidati ümbrust oma pool tunnikest ning alles siis läksime grilli kallale!
*Esimest korda elus kasutasin gaasigrilli!
Peale sööki-jooki ja natukest tööd läksime kolmekesi ATV-ga randa päikseloojangut vaatama.
*Esimest korda see aasta käisin ujumas!
*Esimest korda elus sõitsin ATV-ga!
Tagasi tulime kõik püksata, sest ei olnud ei ujumisriideid ega vahetusriideid. Väga huvitav "sandwich" tekkis ühekohalise masina seljas - mina keskel.
Tagasi jõudes läksid kõik mu riided pessu. Nägin välja nagu betoonpõranda puhastamiseks kasutatud tolmulapp mille sisse Nõmme Kalju viimase hooaja higi on pühkinud ja mida tõbine libahundi versioon Barbara Streisandist tatilapina on kasutanud. Ja kuna plaan oli õhtul/öösel veel sauna teha, siis polnud rõivastest lugu ka - rätik ümber ja läheb! Pealegi, T lohistas kuskilt kapi nurgast välja kilekoti oma papsi vanade hilpudega, mis läksid meie vahe jagamisele. Suur mees nagu ta on, sain minagi endale päris mitu varrukat koju kaasa.
Kui sauna aeg kätte jõudis avastasime, et see raisk ei tööta! Küll nokiti korke, keerati nuppe ja kange, aga mitte kuidagi ei tahtnud soe sisse tulla. Lõpuks ei nuputanudki välja mis lahti on ja selle asemel sai pool ööd sisustatud väga kultuur-vulgaarse tekstiga mille kõrvale sobis ideaalselt pakk punast veini. Ja päris tõsiselt, kui viisakalt õelda, siis ma pole terve aasta nii roppu ila kuulnud. Muusika minu kõrvadele.
Klaasid panime maha poole nelja ajal, sest hommikul ju tööpäev! Seitsme kaheksa vahel lärmas mingi üdini pedekas alarm sauna eesruumi põrandal magava vaid sokke kandva patsiga paksukese kõrval seisva akvaariumiga laua peal. Siiani mõtlen kust selline saund minu telefoni pääses.
Riided seljas, hiilisin peamajja võtmega mis eelmine õhtu sai mulle jäetud ja peksid tuvikesed üles. C lubas mind asulasse marsa peale viia. Peale paari singi võikut ja kohvi saigi oma märjad riided kokku korjatud ja sääred tehtud sellest võrratult ilusast kohast, mille eelneva õhtuga suutsime osaliselt ära roojata.
*Esimest korda elus sõitsin marsataksoga!
Kontorisse jõudsin vaid 15 minutilise hilinemisega. Päris hea tulemus kui võtta arvesse, et tavaolukorras, kus olen linnas sees, kaine, ärkan seitsmest, hilinen ma vähemalt pool tundi. Kui mitte tund. Või kaks ...
Pelleri ringid tehtud, ronisin alla korrusele tagasi ja hakkasin trussikuid fööniga kuivatama.
*Esimest korda elus kuivatasin aluspesu fööniga!
Soojad susped - suht originaalne viis pohmakaga võitlemiseks, või mis?

Off You Go Sanity!

Here I am. Almost puking. That's how bad it is ...
Everybody knows the feeling - the one where you realize in the morning that the night before was filled with lots of booze and very, VERY important philosophical conversations and possibly a few or more incidents to store in ones brain for safe keeping cuz everybody knows how things are when you're drunk. You do stupid things!
... you know what, I'm not sure where I'm going with this. just take my word for it kids - drinking can be fun! That goes out for all of you fuckers beating up random blokes on the street and elsewhere!
Oh yeah, almost forgot!
"Viva la taxi driver Vlad Unicorn from Siberia, the Shaman who drives bare feet"

May all who seek find their GOD!

I'm drunk.
After 3 attempts I finally AM logged on to my account from my cousin's place.
I just got driven here by a taxi-driver named Vlad Unicorn from Siberia. Fucking weird is what it is.
Taximeter said 103 .-, but he said, that we can pay 75 .- . He doesn't care.
We neither.

Wes, I'm Disappointed!

I have to say, I missed the old gal. Blogger.com I mean. Haven't been here for ages and my English is probably a bit rusty, but this wont stop me writing stuff about myself on the Internet. My way of lashing out, this is.
To be truly honest I need to peee right now.
I'm at my office, looking up Wes Borland online and what I stumbled across was his twitter page. It's awful! I'm sorry! I love the guy, but that is just awful! Kinda makes me wonder about stuff. Maybe stars really ARE just human ... disappointing human .. s

Titans Throw Randomly. Or Do They?

I just walked out of a car crash. Alive, obviously. Unharmed to be exact. But the door to my left suffered a dimmer fate. I almost got killed today, you know?! Made me think about stuff. About life in general.
I have never even seen a car hit anything before, but always wondered what happens if it does? How big would the damage be (to the car)? What would the driver think? Well, I got my answers. I'm sure glad I was not the driver nor the owner of the car, but I was the guy who nearly got his head separated. Just lucky, I guess. And a bit shocked, too.
Never again I will DUI. Never I say. Cuz you know what they say,
"Lightning never strikes twice in the same place".
Come to think about it, I am one lucky motherfucker. I have everything one could ever wish for!

1. *I have a girlfriend, a family and a best friend who all love me back.
2. *I have a million hobbies that all add up (my band).
3. *I have enough luck (so I would not die from my first car crash)
4. *Many other things I would rather not talk about in public ...
   

A slice of tit

I'm next to my school house. I notice leaves changing, breaking free from the firm grip of a branch, running from the cold wind. Winds of fall whisper about last year...
It's the fourth time now. Fourth year in the same school. But somehow this time is different. No joy in the smell of a rotting world. No smile bubbling behind my sealed lips. Even my upcoming birthday doesn't create any emotions but confusion. When? Where? Who to invite? What to wear? Food: yes or no? Drinks? Yeah, drinks are nice ... How to ... ?! oh.. Dad. You are here already. So let's go and do what we always do together just when I'm starting to have fun. Let us build a house!
Damn thing eats up all my nerves and I heard you don't grow those back like one does with finger nails. Speaking of witch - my bad habit of biting my nails has returned. I eat like a behemoth. More like two behemoths that have just smoked pot and accidentally found a shipment of Pringles. My eye wont stop twitching and I never say no to a cigarette... again. But besides that guess who sees dreams? I do. And they're pretty awesome, too. Mostly about my gal who happens to be too busy for me. Likewise but still. I desperately need some intimate attention!!!! !! !!!! !! !! ! !!! !
My current lifestyle works like a charm, don't you think? I wouldn't change a thing! .. ... -.- RIGHT!!
i have to get out of this ...this ...situation this... tiss :)

The Fine Print with Side-Effects

Blogging itself isn't much fun. At first it felt like it, but after a while it gets old. After my fifteenth posting I kinda lost the habit of doing it. I guess for a reason. Now it seems more like a responsibility. I do it for her.
Come to think about it, I also don't have anything to write about. I do nothing. I wake up at 12. Fart. Scratch my nuts like any normal guy would do. Take a dump. Maybe wash my self, maybe not, depending on how many times I jack off during the switch of days. Dad comes home and takes me to our house. We build some. Back in town for 9 o'clock news. I feel tired but not sleepy. Another day basically fucked unless I call someone who shares my vision of midnight beer next to a gas station. Crap! But wait! From today you can't buy alcohol after 10 pm! Great! Life sparks up a knack. Besides every thing that is fucked up right now, the worse is probably the issue with band. No Fucking Band Room! How can this happen to us now?! We have 3 performances in August. *sigh*
At least I know I'm not the unhappiest pair of balls on this God forsaken land. And come to think about it, I'm not unhappy at all! I'm quite lucky I guess. Cool!
Now this may just be a result of blogging, but you never know. It seems that the all so awkward activity of keeping a blog has side-effects yet to be discovered. At least I hope so. I did kinda take a weight off my shoulders. But a few more things!
1) Don't ever discuss my blog under my nose! I do this for my own amusement! My blog is for cyberspace only! You can't believe everything you read online. Books are more reliable on stuff like that.
2) Don't ever talk to me about my blog. It makes me feel very uncomfortable. I get off by doing this shit!
3) Look like you never read my blog. That's the look we all are going for this century!
4) I love you. Kisses!