Ah, warm weather. Time for people to commence yelling in the middle of the street on weeknights.

and people being obnoxiously loud all the goddamn time.

heh as you two were talking about loud people there are two guys throwing cinder blocks in the dumpster outside my building. I.. uh don't think that's where they're supposed to go

last week it snowed, now it's 7.20 and 25 C. It seems you never know when it comes to Finland

but I'm not complaining

god, I hate loud people.

got wasted.

tried to score H. got jumped and robbed by a bunch of ****ing tweakers. ****in tweakers. all te ****ing time it's ****ing tweakers. dont ever ****ing trust a tweaker. **** meth. **** tweakers. my lip is busted, ribs are sore and i might have broken my pinky and my ring finger knuckles trying to fight the 3 of them off. ****ing pussy ass mother****ing **** ass bitches. can't take me one on one? I'll fuking slash your bitch asses throats. And i tried. bottle of james on the back pocket almost could have been useful but when i busted it on the side of a bench all that was left was nothing. not even a shard to defend myself. i got ****ed up. but i guess i deserve it. im ****ing scum. i hate myself and want to die. but not before i **** everyone person with a vagina and an ass hole in existence.


**** all of you.

Now that it's morning, I think I should go out in front of my neighbor's house (the one who was doing all the drunken yelling last night) and do a little yelling of my own.

Got a new corner unit for my bedroom, looks tiiiight. I have a lot of knickknacks and this thing's perfect for displaying them.

Also got the okay from my dad to keep my deceased grandpa's Shriner cap (Just a master of ceremonies one, he was potentate at some point but that went back to the club), and Royal Order of the Jester plaque. There was a bit of a stink when I asked because those dudes are super secretive about their **** and it was supposed to go back to the brotherhood when he passed. My dad said to just take the stuff anyways because they're all old alcoholics who will forget by tomorrow.

My bedroom officially has dead animals, bones, maps, weapons, and secret society inventory on display. I love my little castle. Straight up necromancer archivist.

It's my day off. I slept in far past noon. Felt good, man.

Not that you deserved that at all, but thats what happens when you deal with people who use and sell h. Try to quit bruh, your life will improve.