Hah!

I was just doing a spell check. I love it cause sometimes you write funny words by accident. So as I was doing it, it suggested me to replace fuck with Fuji!! I thought that was a marvelous idea and I'm going to use it from now on. Hey, I don't want to get in a fight with the Spell Checker, who would, I must add.
The other suggestions were:
Fuzz
Fuss
Fuse
Buck, for example.

I'm glad to introduce the idea to others who might want to use one of these suggestions as an alternative to the word "fuck".

Also the Checker didn't recognize the word "fucking" and helpfully suggested me to use "bucking" instead. Here are definitions for bucking:

1. To leap upward arching the back: The horse bucked in fright.
2. To charge with the head lowered; butt.
3. To make sudden jerky movements; jolt: The motor bucked and lurched before it finally ran smoothly.
4. To resist stubbornly and obstinately; balk.
Informal.
5. To strive with determination: bucking for a promotion

I love it!

Chocolate cookie crunch

I'm eating a chocolate egg. Not just a shallow Easter-bunny egg made with chocolate, but an egg that has been emptied by putting a tiny hole in it and then washed carefully and finally filled with delicious nougat. By now you probably notice my stupendous obsession with candy, pastry, ice cream and anything that involves sugar. I would actually also include anything that has salt in it, except not just food that has salt in it. I guess what I'm trying to say is I love snacks, any form of it!...Anyhoe, these eggs are a widely known phenomenon in my beloved country Finland. They are called Mignon eggs. I just really had the need to share this information with anyone who didn't know this. Now you know.
This desire to know all kinds of detailed information about how to make snacks or food in general has probably something to do with me wanting to name my offspring with food or spice names (please don't judge me quite yet) like: paprika (my favorite to this day), pepper, kaneli (cinnamon in finnish) and olive. So when I found out that Mrs. Chris Martin had named her daughter Apple I was furious. It just wasn't fare.

1. I didn't know anyone else who desired to name their children in honor of a grocery item. Which made me feel betrayed.
2. I was more than upset that I just simply hadn't thought of that specific name before and I thought it was genius. Which made me green-eyed and disappointed of my self.

So this should explain why I anxiously named myself Apple when I started on my profile. I felt it was the perfectly right thing to do in this situation. And I still feel so. Maybe after time passes I may have gotten over it. But now it feels so damn good.

My picture also portrays one of my favorite things in life: food stores. I could spend hours in a food store and I do. This particular store was my neighborhood store for about four years. I loved it. Still do. It was the perfect store. They had everything I could think of and more. It wasn't big, it was the perfect size, maybe even on the small side one could think. But that's how I like it. It had charm. Last time I was in this store was probably a year and three moths ago. I wish I could remember it but I don't. And my intention was to go to this place last April when I visited Helsinki( location of the store) but because of unusual incidents I never got there. But on my way to the airport I snapped this picture from the car and there it is. The picture of my favorite store (with an apple on the side, which I haven't yet decided if it's a good thing or bad considering this whole thing with apples that I have going on).

So it has taken me four hundred and eleven days (if my math is correct) to do something with my account. I guess I can say (to make me feel better) that I used this time to explore and...fuck! There is no reason to simply lie! I used this time to do shit! What I remember is that I spent an inappropriate time on the couch watching TV. Actually I must admit that I also remember enjoying it quite a lot. But still most people(the reasonable ones) would classify that as "doing shit".
But today for some reason I felt different. I haven't found out if it's a good thing or if it isn't. Yet. And I also haven't found the reason why. It might have something to do with my dream last night where I was a baked patient in the airport that had just stolen a Cadillac in order to get there in time. But all the doctors were saying that I have simply made all this up that I did not steal anything and that I do not have a plane to catch. That I had simply made up everything. Then I woke up slightly harebrained and had NO FUCKING idea what the dream meant. Not that I ever do. But I was just plainly fed up with all these bizarre dreams that I've had for the last probably four hundred and eleven days. I like to use that time-frame because I think that when my account was opened on Saturday, April 19th, 2003, it was my opportunity to write something somewhere as I had before at school(because I think writing is healthy and keeps you away from bad things..:). But for some reason I chose not to write anything at all, anywhere. Maybe I spent all the nights seeing adventurous and weird dreams, cause as I said before I didn't do shit during the daytime. Today I decided to get rid of these dreams by channeling my imagination somewhere else instead of using it in my journeys at night.
alright! I found the reason why and I found out that it's a good thing feeling different this morning. I'm not saying that all the other mornings in the past I've felt the same, cause it looks like that's what I was saying but I was not. Or maybe I was. Perkele, this is confusing. I hope you get what I mean.