We've had a lot of snow here in Helsinki, I mean a lot. Seriously a lot. Snow is alright in moderate quantities. But not this much. As you can see from the pictures below.
The buses were seriously late, traffic jams, bitter people, you name it! We had it all. Luckily now the weather is getting warmer, so soon the snow will melt. Woop! (it is actually melting as I am typing! YES!)
I got the Louis Vuitton bag I've drooled after for a while as a christmas present, along with money, Agatha Christie books (now I currently have »58« books by her. 1st editions etc., in Swedish, English and Finnish.)
Also a Marilyn Monroe painting.
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| Icare Damier Graphite |
And now finally to explain the title of this blog. As I was visiting my parents, one of my close friends asked me one day, if we'd go out. A tiny ass town, and one bar, sounds like fun! So I said let's go, I had nothing better to do. As we arrived, the smell of DESPERATION hit my face, along with dirty and sweaty men. As we arrived, one of our friend came with her friends there, so we talked and so on. I noticed one of her friends, was, well, really painted. I mean, really. But that was that, UNTIL, she started interrupting every conversation we tried to have. Everything had to be about her. But you know,let the white trash have her show. I was done.
Anyway, later on, as another friend of ours arrived, I noticed he had someone with him, didn't really pay any attention to him/her. I noticed my close friend started winking at me, trying desperately tell me something, I was like gurl, what? Anyway, as we left for Subway, she told me it was one of my ex friends who walked in with our mutual friend. I was like no way, started laughing my arse off. I didn't recognize that backstabber at all! Hi-larious.
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| She, literally looked like this! |
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