Everybody keeps asking me if I'm okay these days...well let me tell you...tax offices took all my money on some bullshit claim I can't refute since I live in a fucked up country. I lost so much these past months that it's hard to even put into words. Mom told me yesterday ''if you keep driving like this they'll take your license'' what fucking license mom? Everyone I know is either getting married, getting pregnant or getting promoted...what am I doing? Making coffee...which isn't even for me. Looks like I'm fan fucking tasting. Yippee Ki Yay, motherfucker.
Every single blog these days starts the same; ''it's been some couple of days / it's been some week you guys…'' but it's true. It really has been. I feel like the past two years were more like two micro centuries in it's own. Sigh. I don't even know where to begin this whining…
Oh right, those of you who follow me, talk to me on IG, please excuse the radio silence, I've been blocked again or apparently suspended. For a social media they are very unsocial because the only crime I've committed this time was actually talking to people. Seems like the universe is also adding to my anti socialness and I get punished when I venture out and talk to some people. Sigh. Which also sucks because for a change it was a pleasant convo and no dick pics. Can I at this point just point out how IG never blocks these creeps or the ''you won an iPhone'' crap? I mean start there not with people that give and receive what YOU think is too many likes…
Second thing I could bitch about is UK related, my dear English readers please kindly skip this paragraph also all y'all UK lovers. I've warmed up to the idea of an English holiday at some point, when you know the world reaches semi normal state again. Lets face it it has never been completely normal…but someday, perhaps. Maybe. Anyways moving on, can y'all just kindly fuck off with this Brexit bullshit. Oh my god. What was that good for? Literally what? This has to do with a slightly bigger letter sized parcel that I was supposed to receive from UK. First of it was sent on 12th of January and while I was fully aware of the import tax which in most cases is not even worth it, this was an item that I couldn't get anywhere else so I had to bite the bullet on it. Did I expect all the shit that followed? No. It would most likely be easier to import cocaine than it was this tiny parcel. And it gets even fucking better, while customs email back and forth with me, demanding all kinds of documentation of proof what the fuck is in the parcel, they just conveniently ''forget'' to mention that the parcel is destroyed. So imagine my surprise when today I get the mail, pay for the importation which was ridiculously high as is, to have the mail man hand me poorly wrapped in plastic with Royal mails apology on it for the inconvenience mail. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. I was beyond livid, the thing was literally dripping in some greasy liquid, so not only I didn't get no refund for lost – damaged items no I had to pay tax for basically an empty greasy envelope. I held the rage of a thousands blazing suns and I still do, typing a very angry complaint to both our mail and Royal mail along side this. Trying to keep all the ''fucking cunts'' out of it but I don't think that's possible this time. I honestly do not understand how come not one, not fucking single one piece of mail reaches me in one piece. And I can't for the life of me understand how the import people on my end have the audacity to demand paperwork and payment without notifying me of the fact that the parcel is damaged so I could refuse payment and have it sent back. Fucking hell. Our people and Royal mail, y'all can kindly sit on a cactus and fuck off forever.
On to the next shitty thing…I have / had several concert tickets for this year. Felt a bit more optimistic when buying them two fucking years ago, like I mean come on, it fucking can't, IT CAN'T last that long. Bryan Adams February. Rescheduled. Which okay…fine. It will get a new date they said. I maybe can stomach that one. Maybe. But then I get an email from the event planning business about Aerosmith in Budapest. Cancelled. And another email in which the writer is so sceptical about getting a new date at all, and he knows more about these things than just your average Joe. I mean…I could sit down and scream in agony and cry. How many more touring years will these bands have? Smiths already did a ''farewell tour'' which ended up being not their last. Same with Crue but Springsteen on the other hand sold the rights to his music which is insane and most likely some indication of retirement. And then also, of course, I'll never get to see another tour with Charlie Watts. And I won't get to see Panthers with Lexxi either. It's funny people keep telling me ''it's no big deal'' but to me it is. I think all my music loving friends will understand it too. It's a huge deal and it's really not okay. I don't think we really consider the fact that pausing our lives is just not as simple as ''oh you'll catch the next tour''. Maybe the band quits, maybe the musician dies, maybe you die. Maybe the world ends tomorrow. Maybe some of us love and live music and this is unbearable. Let me sit here and contemplate my cruel fate when GN'R will most likely be the next ones to be cancelled. Sigh.
This could go on for a damn long time, but I said some time ago that I'm keeping private shit off this blog so about 20 other fucked up disastrous things aside, I'm ending this post on something a bit more positive.
My ''favourite'' holiday is today…the unimagitive, consumerist orientated and a completely manipulative, shallow and stupid interpretation of love day. I wrote about it so many times that you know how I feel about it by now. Not about love, I love love, I think we need more of it on this hateful planet…it's just V day that I hate. Maybe it's horribly sappy of me but I think in a healthy relationship, love should be on the menu on a daily basis not just on specific day of the year. Maybe I read too many romantic books, maybe the whole paranormal romance is getting to me, maybe only vampires and angels are capable of forever, not because they live forever but because they know love on a different level than humans do. But what I wanted to say is that Valentines day this year was rather nice, with a card, with a little tiny gift, with a couple sweet words. It don't take much to feel loved and appreciated, but really you should tell these things to your loved ones daily…
Now if you'll excuse me, I have ''hate'' mail to complete to the post offices and a drawing I'm ridiculously proud of to finish because I already have two new ones in the works. This A3 one is complex and personal and yeah…fangirl in me is going crazy over it.
Hope y'all have a better Monday than I did, when all this is over I'm just drowning myself in beer and chips. Living healthy aye. Cheers. Oh and by chips I mean the American version now what y'all Britts have in mind atm. Btw speaking of Britts y'all catched Ed and Oli Sykes at the Britts? SO SICK! Go check it out right now.
