“All is fair in love and war, bollito.”

I'm a little late to the party…explaining what that crazy thing I was up to was. Well change of plan, I know y'all will be disappointed but I decided some things best remain hidden and not talked about when there's no need. All I can say on the subject is that sometimes I can be so fucking stupid and I have more luck than brain. That's all. And sometimes I'd damn well need someone to tell me I'm being stupid and to stop. Would I listen? Probably not…but still…I might at least reconsider my life choices. 

Second thing! The art thing I didn't wanna talk about earlier. I can now! Seriously calm your tits it's not THAT exciting but I'm still pretty damn proud. Alright so, one of my literally favourite pieces which came from last years Inktober, was featured in a magazine. It's a magazine that is created by the homless, they contribute pictures, poems, articles and sell it to make a living. Sometimes outsiders like me get to contribute and I got to do it, next to one of my favourite authors and a friend. So yeah in the bigger picture not such a big deal but I am overly excited and it's a big deal for me. Plus how freakin badass does it look printed? Uh I can just see what wonderful postcards it would make…if only someone (just one) would understand my print vision. 

With that out of the way I'm going to tell you about this book I read and fell in love with. It's not over the top. It's not the amazing Martin type fantasy world. It's not Lord of the rings or Hemingway. It's shallow and silly b ut my god so cute and sappy. And my hopless romantic Italian blood sometimes needs just that to get through not just the day but life. 

This book has the biggest ''oh my god I wish that was me'' energy. Really. Seriously. Totally. Because (and lets be honest ladies) who doesn't wish they had a Clark Kent look alike co worker that was secretly in love with them. And willing to go to your sisters wedding all the way in Spain as a fake boyfriend because your ex is engaged and you don't want your family's pity? Someone who buys you five tacos when you only ask for four and loves Disney movies? Someone who is stupidly romantic and says sappy shit like ''you feel complete in my arms, you feel like home''. Nobody touch me, nobody breath my way, I'm very emotional right now. Sigh. 

Before we move on, I included my favourite memories from Spain here. Since the book is in fact happening in Spain. Well part of it anyways. I was there in 2013? I think…For me Barcelona was love on first sight. Of course my heart will always belong to Italy (obviously) but Spain is something else. Sangria alone is worth it. Lol. Why do I hear Blake Shelton playin in my head? No but really, the ocean, the vibe, the city life, the passion and emotion, everything. Spain is something else. If you get the chance…go. It's amazing. So on the pic below, besides the book that is…Absinthe which is the reason for a lot of bad choices in Spain lol, a paperweight I got in aquarium Barcelona which is…oh my god…and stuff from beaches. I did mention I love the ocean right? I miss it so much these days…sigh. Enjoy some beachy pics as well while I salivate and curse the cruel fate that keeps me away from lying on a beach. Or you know, naked, somewere in Europe, on a Yacht with a Mai-tai. But here I am instead *facepalm*. 

Second thing before we get to the actual review. I will tear all y'all heartless motherfuckers hearts out with the whole ''stupid, boring, overhyped'' crap. Who invented this whole ''overhyped'' bullshit? Seriously? Can't people be hyped up about something they like anymore? And also who gave you the right to tell others when they can and can't be hyped up? And also unrelated but my god you must be a bitter lonely jackass if a little romance makes you this ill. 

Now…SPOILERS ABOVE, IF YOU HAVEN'T READ AND PLAN ON MOVE ALONG.

Seriously I'm crying. Like. This book. I don't always want to over think, sometimes I want to shut up my mind and get lost in something cute, something different, something that gives me some peace of mind and some hope that there still are nice things left on this planet. That hope is dying bit by bit though that much is clear but stories like this one…they make it a little more alive. You know how people have ''comfort food''? I don't. But I have comfort read and this is it. This book cured my mental illness and added about 20 years to my lifespan. 

Elena, bestie, thank you so much for this cutsey masterpiece, I loved it from the first page to the last, also thank you to the one who gifted this book to me, guessing correctly that I will absolutely adore it. I go all soft as is for a enemies to lovers type romance. It's everything I crave.

Now what's the story actually about. A girl Catalina. How beautiful is that name? Who I can relate to a lot. Clumsy. Yup. Has no filter and blurts out stupid things at the wrong times? Yup. Loves Game of thrones and Twilight? Fuck yes. And a boy. Aaron. Sigh. Oh Aaron. All broody, dark, Edward Cullenish tpye of man. Which is enough to make me swoon tbh. So Catalina and Aaron are co workers in NYC and they obviously do not like each other. Well so it seems, at first glance. The oldest trick in the book aint it? Those who hate each other actually love each other? Or something like that anyway. 

So Catalina does something stupid (yeah I hear ya Lina I hear ya) and tells her family that she will bring a date to her sisters wedding. A boyfriend. In order to get them off her back about being single. Problem here is that Lina does not have a boyfriend. And a neven bigger problem is that the one who offers to help her with pretending to be one is the one she can't stand. 

Seriously the whole enemies to lovers may seem over used and flat but it really isn't. It's far more complex, and interesting and it's a ''I can't put the book down and it's suddenly four in the morning'' type thing. But I am so getting ahead of myself lets go back to the begining. Lina is in NYC building a career, she's super proud of (and rightfully so), and she's there because she fled Spain after a personal disaster. What was the disaster? I aint giving everything away. Read the damn book. Lol. 

And Aaron…sometimes you'd wanna strangle him, other times you'd dream about wishing there was an Aaron in your life. I don't know why but reading about him, the looks mainly, all I saw in my head was Henry Cavill. I don't know if something is wrong with my head and all I see everywhere is Henry, or those gorgeous blue eyes, dark locks, body build to die for…is in fact very Henry like. Seriously have you seen that man's jaw? It could cut apples no joke. So Aaron, each time when he's anywhere near Catalina he's sarcastic or arrogant or downright rude, then he surprises you with little details he knows, and you see he's actually paying attention. Either to her, or just what she's saying, even if to someone else. And if that doesn't make your heart beat faster…a man that actually listens? Sigh. 

Aaron is an enigma, tense, on edge, nervous, cranky, he is the one who offers Lina to go with her to the wedding and quite honestly you have to wonder why the hell would he do that. His words and behaviour are literally all over the place (worse than PMS) but it all comes together in the end in a delicious kinda way that makes your insides warm and gooey. 

The whole writing style btw, it's light, it's witty and in the end? A little bit steamy not going to lie! Come on, lets not fool ourselves that we don't enjoy those down and dirty (onthekitchencounter) scenes. 

I'm going to cry again if I go into the whole story of a crazy Spanish family and a man willing to put up with it with a smile because she is worth it. Ahhh the cutness! The story will keep the readers on the edge of their seats with Lina's adorable craziness and the mess she has gotten herself into and it will make you not want to put the book down, needing to know just what the hell is Aarons deal. You can tell how un used to happy endings I am, I literally expected a plot twist in which we learn he's an asshole. Spoiler alert? He isn't. The entire lets pretend we're dating? He did it because he wasn't pretending! Because from the get go. Day one. He was in love with Lina and clearly a bit stupid in letting her know that. 

I am so in love with the way the story progresses all the cute little moments when they, due to their lie, are forced to be friends in the first place. Slowly exploring and getting to know each other. All the cute little moments in which you can just tell how much Aaron really cares just never lets it slip pass his rock hard exterior and Lina slowly shifting her mind and realising how wrong she was from the begining. 

And then you guys. The moment. The ultimate romantic moment I keep babbling about. Running on airports begging your other half not to leave? The one that would have me reduced to a puddle on the spot…yes that one. It happens here. Only a bit different. There has to be a little bit of drama aye? What's life without it. And in a plot twist they end…not broken up just…divided. He tells her that instead of running away she should of run to him. Sigh. Please rip out my heart it will hurt less and also…weren't we all here before? So in order to fix things…Lina does what everyone does, runs to him instead of away. It takes a shit ton of bravery and trust to give yourself to someone so completely. I'm not talking about sex mind you. I'm talking about real intimacy, your heart, body and soul type thing. And the moment she finds him again…sigh. Please turn on the waterworks because…as I said my old sappy Italian soul…and who wouldn't want such romance in their lives? All consuming. Happy. One that completes you. One that makes life worth living and shows you that the world isn't black and white but shines with all colors of the rainbow. 

Let me just point out something real quick. Men written by women do NOT exist. Obviously. And secondly they are the reason girls are single. Men like Aaron Blackford (even if fictional) just put the bar ridiculously high. A man like him should be a blueprint. Of how they should be so the world would be a better, nicer, kinder place and respectfully, he had my legs divorcing each time he did or said basically anything. Hashtag no shame. 

''But you are. You are worth all that trouble. You are worth walking through a fuckin fire. Don't you see that?''

Sigh. You know that episode of Friends with Ross crying into a martini glass ''I'm fine, I'm fine''. Yeah that's me. Right now. Pretending I'm fine while cursing the universe and it's cruel fate of never having an Aaron in my life. To end this ridiculous rant (and wish all y'all that celebrate cosmic zombies resurrection a happy Easter) I'll share the one line, favourite one, that really had my heart exploding. Perfection in written words. Seriously, thank you Elena for this, for breaking my heart and putting it back together, I loved every moment of reading this book. (Obviously since I read it in one afternoon, not wanting to put it down, those were some awkward bathroom visits just sayin. Lol. ) 

My bad habits lead to wide eyes stare into space and I know I'll lose control of the things that I say.

While I sit here and prepare myself to do something incredibly stupid next week….ahhhh stupid ideas, don't you just love those? No really. No good story ever started with ''a Friday night in'' or ''we sat around drinking apple juice…my ideas are always either pure genius or pure madness. Interesting how often those two go hand in hand is it not? Though usually, these days at least, I stay away from ideas that involve restraining orders and getting arrested. Though I am exaggerating. Surely that will not happen. Surely (she said without being sure at all, lol). Listen to me kids, when life or universe or God or the God  damn kozmos or whatever bullshit you believe in gives you lemons…you aint gonna sit around and make apple pie will you? 

I'd love to be more specific and tell you what this is about…but only later. After. In case of trouble. Being vague especially if this is ever screened for evidence. Lol. No but really calm your tits, I aint doing anything illegal, or dangerous to be fair, just stupid and I could possibly for a change act like the adult, people so intensely claim I am (wtf?). When the hell was I ever even remotely an adult? Some things just wont ever change, which is why I always tell my mother to ''stop dreaming'' when she asks me if I'll ever be normal. Listen, maybe she should take on some of the guilt for how I turned out. Both my parents. I did hit my head pretty hard at least three times as a child…god bless sometimes I wonder how am I even semi normal. On those few rare days when I am…semi normal. 

I am both excited and freaking out and actually really nervous to a point I forgot what I wanted to complain about today. Hell. My nerves are the only thing making me think that this is a really bad idea because well, I don't preform well under stress at all. Who the hell does anyways? But honestly… I aint a coward, fear is hollow with nothing around it, fear doesn't make you a coward but smart to know when to back down, don't let fear of losing keep you from playing the game blah blah blah…you know how it goes. I fucking got this. Excuse me while I give myself a pep talk because I know nobody else will. Girl you are strong, capable, sometimes severely stupid and yet resourceful and you got this. You can do this. I know y'all are probably super confused by now it'll make more sense next weekend when I explain everything. I promise.  So lets move on from the topic for now, I need a distraction and you need to stop all the wild ideas, that are no doubt planted in your heads by now after reading everything above this line. 

*20 deep breaths later* my palms never sweat because my hands are permanently ice cold and right now they're a mess. I'm a mess. Does anyone have any good calming techniques I could use? Not refering to the topic above (only a little) but for real my anxiety lately has been over the top insane. I don't know exactly what's fueling it but…hell. I keep telling myself ''get a grip girl'' and well…shit. No use. I'm really kinda getting sick and tired of how this hell is permanently controlling me, actually making it hard to act like an adult if you're constantly on the verge of throwing up or passing out. 

Never mind the hyperventilating and I aint talking a fan girl at a God damn Bon Jovi concert hyperventilating, I mean like honest to god gasping like being underwater for a whole fucking hour kinda hyperventilating. Maybe it's time for some proper medication you guys. I don't know. I despise them, they're horrible but going on like this aint going to be possible for much longer either. Sigh. 

This comes from constantly self diagnosing myself instead of actually talking to a professional you know. Don't do what I do guys. It's stupid. Maybe half of the issues I have could be avoided if I didn't do that. Or I'd have more, those I don't even know I have. Lol. 

Maybe this post could be a great starting point to share all the crazy shit and stupid ideas. Those really are the best stories and maybe I'm doing a huge mistake never sharing them. Well some at least, others might actually get me in trouble or lose those last few of you that still bother reading this crap. For real though? Thank you for doing so, I love you all. All these stories yet to share…I mean I'd love to brush them off and say ''yeah that was a weird time in my life'' but come on, lets not pretend that my entire life isn't a god damn circus. As I always say my daddy never raised a clown, he raised the whole god damn circus.

Here's a completely random word of advice for you. Before you let your parents, siblings, dogs or cats use your camera make sure you remove your cheeky naked selfies off of it first. Yes yes I hear ya who the fuck still does nudes with cameras. I know. It's always the phones but like, iPhone, the cloud? Ya it's no fun. That cloud goes from a summer breeze to winter storm in 0,01 seconds flat. So here I am, my family asking to borrow my tiny old Panasonic camera which in my vague recollection I thought I haven't used since I was in Rome three fucking years ago…and then suddenly it occurs to me…something about this beautiful red lipstick, leather jackets and nothing else underneath…did y'all do the math by now? And while I was praying to all gods that they just don't check the pictures they took and swipe just one picture too far…well…are you willing to guess what happened? Ay Papa Dios!

There was a long sermon on what the hell is the matter with me and who the hell am I sending those to. The whole ''I just felt good about my body on that particular day and wanted to document it'' didn't cut it. My family does not support body positivity let me tell you that. Pictures MUST mean they were sent to someone. Which to be fair is not wrong, half of Finland probably saw at least three of them by now, but primary focus was in fact on feeling good about myself. New lipstick, new jacket…if you got it flaunt it girl. You know how that song goes right ''When you got it, flaunt it. Step right up and strut your stuff, people tell you modesty is a virtue, but in the theatre modesty can hurt you''. Something like that…I often feel that the whole world is a stage and we're all under-rehearsed. Just bullshitting through our lines trying to get by. That's how I feel tbh, bullshitting through life, pretending to be normal. I'm great at that. Lol. Sometimes I even know just how to use my intelligence, charm and charisma (yes I do have that) in order to gain what I want. Wait, isn't that a sign that you're a sociopath? I have a lot of those to be honest, the signs…should I worry? Is this another self diagnosis tho?

A lot of this post is just completely random. I know. Might be because my brain works completely random. It always did but it's just getting worse and worse these days. Which I guess is why people have a hard time keeping up with me. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, nobody wants someone always three paces in front of them. Or maybe…you're never bored, always trying to catch up, always an adventure, every day. It would be great for me since routine is killing me, I need excitement in all areas of my life, but I know this is not the flavour of the month for most people. Not to mention that excitement lately has been lacking as much as Sahara lacks the rain. And I am so ready for things to get exciting again but…it seems to me instead of better it's only going to get worse. I am not more cynical than I used to be…just you know. It's either me that keeps getting crazier or the entire world around me is. 

Speaking of random maybe I could keep on topic if I didn't have an open magazine on one side of the laptop and a half finished sketch on the other, all while two different Google windows are playing music simultaneously and I'm scrolling through tumblr. Too many things grab my attention and then we are where we are. In a blender. Lol. Does it happen to you too that you open Google and forget what the fuck you wanted to ask it? Because it happens to me all the fucking time.

Well lets not forget that I wanted to get to bed early. I know. I hear myself. No, I'm not sick, just a lot of plotting and planning to get done. I also hear myself say that yes, like some super villain, out to destroy half of this planet. Would it really be a bad thing though? 

Have a great week you guys, hopefully next time I pull my thoughts together I can elaborate both this mess of a post and the art related thing I'm excited about. 

My bad habits lead to late nights endin' alone.

Do you ever look at your ex's and think ''what the fuck was I thinking''? I was just looking at a Facebook post (or twenty) of one of my most recent ex's and couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes all the way into my fucking skull. Oh my god. The hell was I doing thinking he's all that? Thank you mother nature for the hormones and god knows what else that bullshit is that makes you feel love when in reality it's just…sex and stupidity. But you know I'm glad that this recent enlightnment (how the fuck do you spell that?) made me see things more clearly and made me see that despite our entire relationship being a god damn waste of time, I learned a few things about being smarter, wiser, and fucking respect myself more. Just cuz he's a good lay does not make him a good man too.  Should I mark that last line as ''Nikki's wisdom''? Probably. Maybe I was blind, maybe I was lost in all the good parts because don't get me wrong, the good parts? They were really good…I don't know…I just know for sure that he was not worth all the heartache I felt. 

What I learned was that all the shit that gets broken can be fixed, even hearts, golden seams you guys. Broken things are not ugly but just another statement claiming you survived some shit in your life. Things that get hurt can also be healed. It's hard, and sometimes it feels downright impossible but what you hurt you can also heal. And you know what the fuck else? No matter how fucking dark shit gets, there's always going to be a light because the two can't exist without each other. But me without him? Perfectly fine.

And you know I also realised while sobbing on my bathroom floor for fucking nights on end that it's actually me being brave because it was me getting through it the best way I knew how. Nobody but me decides what being tough looks like. Maybe it's crying on the floor, maybe it's staring in the mirror begging myself to just move on, to just push on through, maybe it's planting a fake fucking smile on pretending like nothing in the world can or will hurt me. Whatever it is. I decide. 

So how's life been treating you guys in this pseudo post apocalyptic bullshit we call life? I guess my sudden stroke of genius aside it's been a fucking roller coaster aye. Will Smith smacking the shit out of Chris Rock on the Oscars? Good for him. I'd hit him harder next time. So fed up with these ''comedians'' thinking they're funny when they're making fun out of people, careers and looks. You're not funny. You're rude. Same thing the other day with Rebel making fun out of Armie Hammer…well maybe get a mirror first is all I can say to that…

Fucking Foo Fighters? No words. Not my top favourite band but holy shit I'm saddened by the news. ''There goes my hero, watch him as he goes…''. Shit. I've had a hard time thinking how them fans must of felt waiting for the concert then suddenly a note on the big screen saying the concert is cancelled because one of the band members died. Here I was whining for like 3 years about a cancelled concert due to some tech diff and here are these poor suckers. Man. Guys, I'm sorry for all y'all. Hope you're coping with it. 

Speaking of concerts I went off the rails of a fucking crazy train again and splurged 500 euros on tickets to see the Stones, pretending I can actually go. Lol. As if. What's crazier is that it's on the 15th, Guns n' roses are on the 13th and then you got Harry Styles on the 16th. All in Vienna. I might have tickets for all of them. Again let's pretend and dream this could be an amazing week. It won't be the same without Charlie but…might as well be the last tour the Stones ever do. Probably not since we all know Mick but like…what if? I don't want to risk it. If it comes down to the concert happening and just me not being allowed to go, I'm burning this country down just saying. I probably shouldn't write this down for further evidence reasons. Lol. 

In other news, y'all know me, constantly Henry (Cavill) this Henry that. Well it would appear if you wish something bad enough, or pray hard enough for those that do, things actually do come true. Guess where Henry is? About an hour away from me, in my fucking country, filming the new season of the Witcher. Am I freaking out? A little. Okay. A lot. My psycho fangirl came out to play with the video he posted this morning, of him jogging in the middle of fucking nowhere and I dissected it frame by fucking frame till I knew exactly where he was. I constantly think that us fangirls should be investigative journalists because we sure as fuck know more and faster than these clowns do. How exciting you guys! New Witcher will be filmed here and honestly the scenery here is amazing (I should know right) so I'm sure it's going to look so good! If any of us will be paying attention to anything behind him in the first place. Shut up, y'all know I watch Witcher for the plot. As if. Lol. 

Ah you guys! I have art related news that I'm so excited about but can't share yet because it's all…you know under wraps…soon. But I'm excited, especially because I've came a lot further lately than I ever imagined possible, and got so much positive feedback…incredible really. I mean it's not yet where I want to be but baby steps and if this much came true... The best thing I can do at this point is thank everyone that believed in me when I didn't. Also calm your tits it's nothing huge that's happening, small things, but they mean a lot to me. 

Now if you'll excuse me there's new Nat Geo stuff for me to get lost in. Lost treasures, mummies, ancient cities…you know what tickles me in all the right places aye. Maybe next time I give you some book / vinyl wisdom too. Untill then then. 

P.S. Am I already a bit too excited about the Stones? Possibly. 

You deserve the whole god damn world.

You deserve someone who will love you with every single beat of their heart, every breath they take and every fiber in their body. You deserve someone who thinks about you constantly, whos first thought in the morning is you and last thought before they fall asleep is you. Someone who spends seconds, minutes, moments of their day just wondering what you're doing, where you are, who you're with, what you're thinking, feeling, experiencing, just wondering how your day is going and if you're okay. You need someone who inspires you, encourages you, helps you be the best version of yourself, reach your every dream and potential. You need someone who can keep the darkness at bay and your fears far away. You need someone who will treat you with the respect you deserve, who will love every part of you and most importantly love you every day, on your good days and your bad days. Someone who will appreciate and love even your flaws, or actually especially them because they know they are what make you you. You deserve someone that makes you happy. Nothing but happy. You deserve someone who can make you feel lost in the best kinda way, maybe just lost in their eyes. You deserve someone who wraps their arms around you and you feel like you're home. You deserve someone who will put their lips on yours and make you feel all those unspoken words and emotions. You deserve nothing but a happily ever after, no what ifs, no unfinished stories, no trauma, no heart break. You deserve someone who loves you no matter what. No matter if the world is burning down at your feet, they love you non the less, or maybe set the world on fire for you, just to watch it burn in your eyes. You deserve someone who even in your worst, thinks you're the very best. You deserve sweet unexpected kisses, waking up to the smell of coffee in the morning, soft touch on your skin, fingers playing gently with your hair. You deserve to be held, to be loved. You deserve the whole god damn fucking world. 

In a town called hypocrisy.

I am so tired you guys so tired. Emotionally, mentally tired. Exhausted. Drained. It's been hard to write, it's been hard to draw, read, live, breathe. I haven't touched politics or corona much in this blog so I guess strap in kids I'm gonna do both in this blog. For a change. But few warnings, first me yapping on this blog is because I have nobody to really talk to, people have gone absolutely insane. Friendships broken over not agreeing, you know what they say ''friends come into your life for a reason or for a season'' and I think the current situations we are in, proved this so well…

Second thing, this is MY safe space. We all have a right to an opinion but I share mine here where everyone has the option to close and exit and doesn't have to read or listen to me.

And third thing I will make it so easy for you to hate me, I don't see the world like you do and I don't agree with the popular opinion of what we should think, do, support, believe…to make this short here's the deal, I don't believe corona is dangerous or anything above the common cold, I think you should shove your poison vaccines up your ass and we do not stand with Ukraine in this household. I will explain further down but take this as a trigger warning and exit now. I do not plan on arguing with anyone, after two years of constant arguments and being cussed at I am done. This is my space. You don't like it, kindly fuck off. I believe the Germans call this kind of thinking ''Querdenker'' what a dumb fucking word to be honest. But here's your warning, don't read on, click the X in the corner and have a wonderful day. Thank you, the rest of you still here take a deep breath, this might get long, I'm severly pissed off at everything and everyone.

I don't even know where to begin. I honestly don't. Too much is happening. And the storm in my head is raging out of control as well. I find myself so tough to keep in check. Mentally I mean. I sometimes can't even breathe. I wake up in the middle of the night gasping for air. I wanna rip people outside that stick their noses into my business into shreds. I wanna sit down and fucking scream if it would help me any. I want to honestly just disappear. Life has been too much. 

Let's start with fucking covid then. Dangerous, deadly sickness, everyone I know had it at this point (lets point out that they all including myself, got it from vaccinated people while wearing masks?), all over EU and at home, all ages from 8 to 80. Everyone got over it without a problem and without concequences, one of them has Marfan Syndrome (google it) and he barely noticed he had covid. On the other end vaccine caused a blod cloth which led to cardiac arrest for one of my closest friends, he was only 34 years old. I know of 11 more such cases. All under 45. All double vaccinated. Forced to do so, else they'd lose their jobs. I will not even touch the lying press, showing us crash test dummies in the ER and bannana boxes instead of coffins. Lies upon lies creating a perfect fishing in muddy waters situation. Each time you speak up, each time you point out their lies, what happens? You get blocked, deleted, destroyed. How am I supposed to see it as anything but a fucking lie? Lie to achieve obedience which they did. Like, I watch these people change their facebook profile pictures first into LGBT support, then BLM, then Lets get vaccinated and now Ukraine flags…and you're telling me you're thinking with your own fucking head? Fucking dummy you don't even realise how washed up you are. 

I get so fucking agitated when these vaccinated idiots sit there, brain washed with their propaganda of course they won't admit they were fucked over, talking non sense. Masks work. Sure your asbestos builders masks and masks created for a sterile surgical environment work. And sure testing makes sense, with tests positive to fruit, and coke, and animals. Awesome. Very reliable. And vaccine is safe. Sure, it passed years of testing didn't it? Of fucking course. And it's for ''the greater good'' and you got your ''freedom'' with a passport. You know who else had a passport? Jews in Nazi Germany. Just saying. To be honest, I have been called so many names because I refused to get vaccinated. First of I don't believe in the danger of the virus, I don't believe I need a fucking vaccine and lastly I don't trust big pharma (google how much money near bankrupt Pfizer made and is expected to make this year).  But that aside, two weeks ago I was a bio terrorist, irresponsible, filthy, dangerous, stupid, anti vaxxer, an idiot, uneducated, people literally (those that knew) walked far around me as if just being near me will put them in a grave. And now with election coming up our PM decided like you know what? Fuck covid, I'm over it, dropped all mandates and it's like nothing ever happened. And you know what? First of fucking finally but I am so fucking angry. Why did we all lose 2 fucking years of our lives, jobs, family, friends, life? What the fuck for? Why did culture suffer? Why was there no concerts? Why were small businesses destroyed? What the fuck for when clearly we can turn covid off with a fucking light switch?

A little more than a month ago at a protest, we were beaten by the police, maced, shot with water cannons, almost trampled by horses, for what? Fighting for freedom. Because I'm sorry but life with a passport to enter a fucking grocery store is not free. And today? Today! Fucking government encourages us to all protest tomorrow for Ukraine. Are you fucking kidding me?! I was beaten, maced, arrested several times for protesting against being forced to be an experiment, for protesting against being caged, locked up, treated like a contagious animal. But now suddenly protesting is encouraged? Because why? Because protests against covid are against the government because they were the ones deciding on covid mandates but a protest for Ukraine? That's something the government supports. Why? Because the whole world does. Because that's what you're supposed to do. Because that's the right thing to do or some shit like that right? Please someone file a missing person notice for fucking covid because it fucking disappeared from the headlines like nothing ever happened. Fucking hell. Congrats to Putin though because he managed in aweek what we all tried for two years, to fuck off covid for good. Or well at least till the situation in Ukraine clears.

Which brings us to why this household, my household does not ''stand with Ukraine'' let me start with all y'all posting stories, changing your facebook / IG pics, relentlessly tweeting about Ukraine….you all disgust me. Seriously for real disgust me. I'm sorry but how many of you talked about and changed your profile pics to flags of Yemen, of Iraq, of Syria, of Palestine…? How fucking many of you? Do you even know how they look like? Don't even try with the ''now it's not the time''. No, now is the perfect time. I am sick and tired of European racism. It's blatantly obvious that we just value Ukrainian lives more than we do Arabic. Why? Because they're white? Because they're the ''right religion''? What the fuck for? Aren't we all ''children of god''? Aren't we all equal? Aren't our lives all worth the same? 

I am sick and fucking tired of US politics. I am sick and tired of the US and west imposing sanctions on Russia for what? Violating international laws by effectively taking parts of Ukraine…I mean…why the hell didn't they do the same for Israel? Weren't they taking parts of Palestine? Oh right…they are funded by the very powers that are making these sanctions now. 

Fucking hypocricy…when Palestine and other people from the Global South suffer occupation or war nobody is fucking criticising world leaders and governments for continuously proving that brown and black lives just mean nothing to them. I could throw up. Let me point out how disgusted I am with Poland, they're awaiting Ukraine refugees with open arms with food and shelter. Are you fucking kidding me? It hasn't even been a year from when Poland had refugees freezing on the border, they were eating tree bark, they were dying, children were dying in the eyes of the world, and what did Poland do? Sent 15 000 soldiers at them, what did the world do? Turn away. Why? Because they're not white? Because they are not Christian? Fucking hypocrisy. But actually hypocrisy doesn't even cover this bullshit. I think psychosis is better, living in some fucked up parallel universe where Europeans who take up arms and defend their land, their country, their families are called resistance fighters and fucking heroes while Palestinians doing the same fucking thing are terrorists. What the actual fuck?!

Do you have any idea how many people die of famine in Yemen? How many people died in Syria so far? How many people died in Palestine? Is that okay? Is that normal? Why are we not condeming that? Why the fuck is our press not full of that? Why the fuck do we keep turning away? Like y'all seen fucked up Germany right? They call themselves pacifists yet they wanna spend 100 billion euros on military. What the actual fuck? I don't know what's wrong with their chancellor but something fucking is. Germans you know. Same Germans that called me violent for drinking beer, saying fuck and training martial arts, all that while protesting for peace. Hypocrisy to no end. 

Speaking of hypocrisy and racism in Europe though, let me share some fucking quotes that really made me blow about seven gaskets not just one. Ukraine's deputy chief prosecutor  David Sakvarelidze said for BBC ''It's very emotional for me because I see European people with blue eyes with blonde hair being killed.'' Oh my god are you fucking kidding me? Is that's how it's going to be now? I could throw up. By these standards I'd be killed off too, both my hair and eyes are dark. Looks like I just don't fit the European criteria no more. 

Charlie D'Agata said for CBS news ''this isn't Iraq or Afghanistan….this is a relatively civilized, relatively European city''. Oh my fucking god I could scream. Are we really going to be like that? So because it's Iraq or Afghanistan it's okay? We're just normalising that people are dying and suffering? They're disposable or what? Fucking racists. Same thing btw from BFM TV some French bullshit saying ''we are in the 21st century, we are in a European city and we have cruise missile fire as though we were in Iraq or Afghanistan, can you imagine?!'' acually no, I can't. I can't imagine how you can even say something so blatantly stupid. Same station said ''It's an important question. We're not talking here about Syrians fleeing…we're talking about Europeans''. This fuels me with the rage of a thousand suns.

Daniel Hannan for  the Daily Telegraph UK, I mean I hope he was fired because this is too fucking stupid to even comment, he said ''this time, war is wrong because the people look like us and have Instagram and Netflix accounts. It's not in a poor, remote country any more''. Can you even process this? Can you? 

Let's look at the Balkans real quick, since I am from the Balkans after all. What happened when in 1999 Serbia was attacked? Today whole fucking EU is fucking crying over a war happening 2000 km away from us. Crying over soldiers, brave soldiers dying on snake island who in a surprise plot twist didn't really tell the Russians to fuck off and are still alive, how fascinating aint it? Whole fucking EU pathetically dramatising over Ukraine but where were they when Serbia was attacked? NATO planes with their deathly loads flying over our country, people were cheering, people were clapping, us and the rest of EU. They were clapping, they were cheering. When US attacked the building RTS in Serbia and civilians and reporters died nobody cared. Nobody spared them a second thought.

Don't fucking hate me or blame me because I'm giving you a mirror you're seeing yourself in. If you fon't like the reflection do something about it. You supported the killings of innocent people in Serbia in 1999 just like you're justifying killing of innocent people in so called third world countries now. Why? Because they're not like you? Because in Serbia's case of Milosevic? Why? Is that your excuse? Does that make you sleep easy at night and your soul rest in peace? Do you really think this is a coincident? What you think that poor Ukraine people are suffering in Donbas and Lugansk? Do you have any idea what's reallybeen  happening there for the past 8 years? Where were the sanctions when bombs were falling on Russian people living in Donbas?  Where was the judgment when for the past few weeks Kiev was hoarding forces for their version of ''Oluja'' (google it). Where the fuck was the international wisdom to stop the expansion of NATO on Russian border? I'll tell you where, in the west of Ukraine training neonazis and supplying them with weaponry. Anyone has any idea how many of them there is there? Anyone has any idea what EU supplying them with unlimited fire power means? Just asking…nobody worried about that? 

You know the only thing that would really be needed here is neutrality of Ukraine and the implementation of the Minsk agreement on the autonomy of Donbas. That's it. Normal. Rational. Reasonable. But no. Fuck no. Because it has never been about Ukraine was it? NATO wants to crawl all over Russia at all costs. They don't care about lives, they don't care about anything else.  If they'd want peace they'd fucking have it. Long ago. But they don't.  That's why all we listen to are condemnations but not one single serious initiave for the Russian army to whitdraw in exhange for what was agreed upon a long fucking time ago for NATO to fuck off of the Russian border. To respect the Minsk agreement. This did not happen over night. Don't fool yourselves into thinking it did and don't fool yourselves into thinking only one side, one person is to blame.

This is a very clearly visible context which of course the press won't tell you about, what does the press tell you about anyways? Covid covid covid, nuclear bomb, you're all going to die, blah blah blah. Nor will you hear about this in any diplomatic statements. There's a special term for doing so in the last decade and mostly in the last two years and days ''manufacturing consent''. Creating a civil consensus for the conflict with Russia. From politics to diplomacy, from the media to the parliament.

Let's be brutaly honest for a moment, stopping the NATO expansion to the east and the implementation of Minsk agreement would mean that the Russian army would never enter Ukraine or if they did they'd leave on their own. Fast. It's not complicated at all and it never was, it takes really little to achieve peace. But let's not talk about this too much, we must like the good brainwashed sheep, bricks in the wall, pieces of a puzzle only talk about evil Russia which is supposed to force and justify the conflict. Propaganda. And we're where we're supposed to be. On the brink of war in Europe. And who's to blame? No not Russia but NATO.  Please dear members of this pact, especially the leading members, have the fucking balls to take care of the mess you created, help the people that need help and help the country get back on it's fucking feet when this is over.

I am tired of the lies, of the propaganda, of the stupid people who turn on the tv and everything on it is the sacred truth. When did the world stoop so low that lying press is just okay? Are we all collectively insane? Press should be a source to trust not a source to doubt. Madness. Utter madness. 

To wrap this whole rant, it's not that I'm okay with war in Ukraine of course I'm not, but I am not standing with them, and I don't support all these calls for help and sharing of stories and sharing of posts when we so blatantly turn away from suffering in other places, when we just normalised it and shrug it of like it's nothing. That's why I find this immoral and disgusting, you either stand with everyone or nobody. All that aside, I hope you're paying attention while this Russian Ukraine conflict keeps your attention on it, make sure you're aware other things are still happening behind your backs and there's a very tough landing on your ass happening once this is all over. For us it's election that we have next month, and the promise of another covid wave coming in the fall. Amazing virus, reapears and dissapears when it's convenient for our government…for other countries it might be something else. But don't for a second think that things are as black and white as people have you believe. Always doubt. Always question. And always pay attention to the details. You know what they say, the devil is in the details. 

Ugh

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. 

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