Gawd. A seducing smell of basilika, probably some kind of pesto-pasta-dish, marinates everyone sitting on this train. Fuck im hungry. On my way to Stockholm right now, not feeling too r'n'r with my e-course on economics, yawning so hard my eyes plops out.

But it's cool. This weekend will be bad ass. The reason?

Mojomatics, The Spits, Personal and the Pizzas, Henry Fiats Open Sore, Creteens, Crusaders of Love and many more!! Woohoo, wo ho ho!

That's right baby, instead of making a fool out of myself dancing around a silly midsummer pole screaming " o ack  ack ack ack ack, little frogs little frogs o ack ack oack" in swedish, getting pissed and pissed on by the weather, i said Fuck it and booked a train ticket to Stockholm to attend the Whole Lotta Midsommar-festival which will be held on a boat. On a boat! Uh-uh-uhh, this will be purely awesome, i can already feel it!

Fleeing from the distresses of life huh? Im still hungry though... time to wrap up that delicious extra-dry sandwich (overheated it in the oven, good one there...) lying all squeezed out on the bottom of my bag! Yum!

Have fun you retards trying to celebrate midsummer à la Schweden this weekend! Psst, it's gonna rain!