This is my blog. There are many like it but this one is mine. My blog is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my blog is useless. Without my blog I am useless. I must write my blog true. I must write smarter than my enemy, who is trying to out-smart me. I must post before he out-posts me. I will. Before God I swear this creed: my blog and myself are defenders of my country, we are the masters of my enemy, we are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace. Amen.
If you don't know from where that is derived from, then you are a culturally deprived pig, best kept alive to use as an organ bank for me, when my liver and kidneys give in from overconsumption of fatty foods and alcohol. Which I'm sure, with the way things are going, will be sooner than later.
Then again I am done with drinking in Finland for this year, as in little over 48 hours I'll be on my flight to the states, on my christmas holiday that I like to call "Rehab trip USA, 2007" - a wonderful two week period when I'll be locked in a small midwest town called Northfield with my parents and my relatives and all their small kids. Luckily I will be packing plenty of music and books to separate me from their day to day issues.
My christmas music this year will be Fantomas, and some other Patton projects, along with some underground Finnish hip-hop. And my christmas reading will be R. Steadmans book on his years spent with HST, HSTs "The Great Shark Hunt" and the collected works of Allen Ginsberg. Plus I'll watch every single game of American Football that they show. The only problem is that its still over 48 hours before I leave to that secluded heaven that is my mind...
I wonder if I'll make it without drinking... I doubt it.
-zS