So happy Budapest now has a Jihad shop. I think it has used clothes, seems appropriate for its purpose.
Couldn’t find my flower nipple decorations at home. Goddammit.
Now on to something else. Hair. See how nice and long it is. Now it isn’t, might be nicer, but not so long anymore. Because I had to go to the hairdresser. They do things like that, you know, make your hair shorter. I don’t really like it (I do like Lolli, my hairdresser, she’s really good), I had been saving those dead skin cells since March. Maybe I should be happy about that, it makes the percentage of my living cells larger, just like Yeti. My hairdresser’s dog.
Yeti at Lolliland.
Me and my friends decided to go to one of the big cemeteries in Budapest as part of our Halloween night, and also because it’s all saint’s day and stuff now. Here’s the Russian part of the cemetery with communist colored leaves
Me, mostly known as creepy
Double creepy with Nicole
Sweets are needed after a cold dark night among graves
I was thinking about showing you some of my old halloween costumes, but then I didn’t because I went out to eat dumplings at the Chinese market instead. Found some fake tattoos as well that we were having fun with after the cemetery. Funny enough I quite liked having neck tattoos, never thought so. Even though I like tattoos, a neck tattoo was never something I considered before. Should I get one? What kind? If you say yes and draw a cool picture I will get one. I promise. If you pay for it. Okay, maybe, not sure.
Before I go to bed I wanted to share a tip for those who are out and about tonight. Because I care about my readers. Check out his food place next to the public toilet in the Corvin negyed under pass. Because I don’t dare to. Non of them. I have a feeling they have a connection. If close tonight, consider yourself lucky. Or go back tomorrow and get a real Budapest underground experience. Let me now how it was.
Just realized this is the second post in a row including a toilet, do I have an obsession?
*these types “dramatic” have nothing in common