Brotherhood of the Buttcheeks

It has been ages since I last time updated my blog and I sincerely apologize without any further explanations (fuck do I care whether you read this or not, arseholes). As you can see, I do keep good care of my readers - you are my life, my everything~ I would climb onto Mount Everest just for you! (and probably jump from the highest cliff, committing a suicide, for I've had enough of you and my life is just one freaking misery because of you) No, really. I love you. Sort of. I have a feeling that we have one of these love-hate-relationships. Do we? Maybe? Why am I questioning you? You can't even answer. Oh here we go with the babbling again. Fuck yay hip-hurray.

Sat. 27.11.10. I will never be a freaking driver to my drunkard friends anymore. It's frustrating and shittiest job one could ever imagine. First, you leave your warm home at 11 in the evening. Then you fetch you friends, drive 40minutes to the town, go into the club, and sit there for 4 hours, watching as our happy and healthy nation drinks to their misery, and do a ridiculous attempts to charm the other gender. What? And what do I do? Have fun? Yeah, right. I sit there on a bench, listening and observing, as people really embarrass themselves and hope the time would go faster. (It's not that I would be embarrassing ever when I'm drunken... Seriously! I am very well-behaving and always in good condi--... I actually have never drunk alcohol. As I said in some of the previous posts. No no. Alcohol, no. Nej, ingen alkohol för mig. Vad fan är det förresten? -Swedish mode off- That language does sound a little bit fag-ish. Sorry swedes.) And oh, yeah, I ended up home at 5 in the morning. Mmm.

I don't know, once again, what was the point of this post but I hope it brought further meaning to life and maybe some of you had a "Samadhi" experience. Even enlightening! That means I could form a little cult of my readers... The name would be "Brotherhood of the Buttcheeks" - "Because we know what's hiding between them"... Eh.... This is getting a bit too awkward. I don't know, I never knew and don't actually give a shit. Sidenote: I stopped using mushrooms a while ago, I deserve major applauds. And cash. And fame. And... more buttcheeks to my blog. BUT THEN AGAIN. I don't want to be hesitant with this matter. Like I always have said, you don't want to rush into big decisions. They might turn into a thing during some warm day full of joy or they might suffer a fatal destiny. BOB shall be left out of the topic - for now.

No pics for you today. You don't deserve them.

When the snow reigned down...

IT WAS ABOUT TIME! God damnit! I was about to sue Ukko the grand god into a court for not doing his job well! Let me describe as good as I can the past week weather-wise: grey, depressing, suidical, pitch-black, annoying, nether-like, murderous, stupid, gay, annoying, shitty, cock-sucking (not in the manner you think...), bitchy, cold, damp, awful, terrible, gross, dreadful, abysmal, horrific, horrid, dire and ghastly. The best (worst) part, though, is that my lovely Swedish friends were through the week all like "It's so white and cosy here! I like winter and snow 8DD!" Fuck you, and die, please. Or have a good day... Somewhere else. Don't you just love the joys of a friendship.

Okay, phew.... I guess I got all the anger out of my pity soul. Now, finally, when I woke up this morning I was happy to glance outside for everything was white! EVERYTHING covered in the white... thing... that you get when you ejac... Eh, when it snows. Winter is not a perv thing. You can easily make it so. Everyone of us likes to get this white... thing... in our faces, sometimes even mouth, don't we? Is it just me? Anyone? Guess that was, once again, a bit over the top. Or was it? I don't even know. You can make your mind, I make mine. I make it good and smooth and sexy. Now bugger off and eat this photo.

Pedobear approved!

So I am FINALLY getting over the hangover I somehow got yesterday. Sadly there are no pictures to proof this rare event to occur. For you see, I never drink! I don't even know what alcohol is! IF someone knows, please, enlighten me! 

As you might guess this day has been quite laid-back. I've been wandering around the house with no apparent reason doing nothing but deeply concentrating into the core of my mind., hoping to see some sort of bigger picture about the reality dwelling around me. Sadly, I didn't find it. We'll see next ti....next Sunday. 

What else... Oh yeah! I almost forgot. The spiritual journey to the deep chambers of my genius braincells also brought something good up. I found the profound reality and essence of our well-beloved, cuddly, pedobear. We had a deep conversation about some surreal matters of living which I shall gracefully leave out of this blog. Just for your sanity, you know. Here's one mental-shot of our conversation.... and a random, smirking, guy. 

We are good friends nowadays.

  

Welcome and welcome back!

Hey all of ya who happen to peer within this mysterious blog of mine. I am quite certain this will be a photography blog of some sort, although, I am not completely sure about that. You don't want to rush into these things! People have failed before for being too hesitant. Photography blog might be the thing but then again it might suffer the same destiny as Vin Diesels hair. Gone.

BUT! Back into the business. I am now currently at my home, which located in middle of nowhere, writing this blog while simultaneously, occasionally, peering out the window to see the ugly house of my neighbor (who is ugly too, jussayin'..) ... I think I got a little distracted there.

HOWEVER! This randomness has a bottom line and a grand reason. I just came from a country just west from ours - Sweden - you might have heard of it before... Ikea, blonde big-boobed hotties and a slight Napoleon-complex. Quite interesting? It sure is. Another thing, or things, that are interesting are the people I were visiting! Mister Otto, Miss Ida and... last but not least... Elin. I stayed in a town called Uppsala which is just an hour drive away towards north from Stockholm. 

Now lemme show ya'll some random pictures I managed to take along the way. 

Yes, against a common belief there are cars in Sweden!

The night when the dead lurk around raping the offsp... Eh Hallow's eve.

Elin aka. jaepigg - crazed photographer

Oh my god! Greetings Ida.

Did I forgot to mention that satanism is the biggest religion in Sweden? Uppsala Cathedral of Lucifer.

Rapist caught in action... Hey Otto.