What can I say - I'm utterly wordless. Not like stunned or anything, but I blog so seldom that it feels weird to write. Before blogging was a normal day activity - you shower, change your socks
and you blog.
To raise a rumpus even more, I have to bitch about my camera. Our harmonic relationship has lasted quite long, but every sky has its clouds. Some pictures seem to disappear from the film, I could deal with some picture being completely dark or whatever - the joy of film-rolls. Although I cannot handle magical disappearances. I need to figure this out.
The long whining has an actual connection to this original "Juss' birthday" blogpost, because 70% of pictures are lost somewhere. They do not even appear on the negatives.
I'm sad to say this - luckily Instagram is there strong, without failing, thus I added some insta pictures for the first time.
Frustrations should be let out, not hold in.
Now on a happier note - two weeks ago was Juss' birthday.
He is now in the age of "has to pay higher fees at the bank", so we all gave him cash (fuck Swedbank) in a self-made metal football:
The star of the night was the quiz "How well do you know Juss?".
Questions like "What happens with Juss, when he would fall into the Red sea?" were included.
Here people are blaming each other for making mistakes, classic friends:
I gave Juss a moustache, because it was Movember then.
He looks like 40+, with a wife and three kids. He definitely has a Volvo.
And us, girls were sad that we didn't have enough hair on our bodies.
Damn!:
Epp is pleased and Juss is thinking about her, I guess:
Long live Juss! It was a great night.
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