Kouvola bus-station,
I hate being between places. I really do. There’s nothing more irritating than waiting for the ride at a place where you don’t belong. I don’t know anyone here. I don’t know any places to go in here. All I can do is sit in this crummy station café waiting for the bus to arrive so that I can move on towards home. Watching the stupid little people go on with their stupid little lives. And what the fuck is up with Kouvola, anyways? There’s like gazillion tuners here. It seems like it’s the friggin’ tuning capitol of
But then again, who am I to judge. I spend most of my money on cds that I could easily just download from the internet. How silly of me. I know damn well that it’s the future and all, but I just prefer to buy mine as cds. Got a quarrel with me on that? Tough luck.
Seems again, that I’m just ranting about everything that comes to my mind, eh? Well I don’t care. I’m doing this because I’m really fucking bored in an unfamiliar place. It gives me something to think about. So you can just go fuck yourself.
1 comment:
Lately I have found that I do enjoy being between places. What a crazy world.
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