Thetrashdiaries

Bored

2011-11-24T06:20:00.001-08:00

I'm bored. I'm at work for the first time since Friday, and there is absolutely nothing left to do here. I'm also alone, and I have to be somewhere at four so there's no point going anywhere else right now. I've checked my favourite blog and all the news I care to know. And then I remembered thetrashdiaries that I have been neglecting too much lately. Because stuff has happened. For example, I got mumps last week. I looked a bit like this poor kid:


Stolen from wikipedia

The week before that I acquired a boyfriend. Yep it's true! For the first time since I registered at Facebook in 2007 yours truly is in a relationship. He's coming home from Edinburgh today! Bringing me lost goods from the land of beverage. Looki-looki:

To be honest I'm not really sure what I'm looking forward to the most, seeing him again or drinking something savory and blissfully yummy like Crabbie's. Hmm..

Stolen from www.globalgraphica.com

Also, I've had my bestfriend over from the west. We've been drinking and going out and doing things that silly people like me with enormous gigantic fines shouldn't be doing. Which eh.. resulted in me asking my mum for more money. I seemed to have dislocated a few dollars to have enough to pay Mr Taxi Driver see.. I've even started playing the lottery. Downloaded one of those lottery-apps, see.. Wish me lucky numbers!

Also lost my wallet in another taxi a few weeks ago. Those taxi drivers really knows how to earn a few extra bucks on my drunken self. Good thing I'm broke till December 10th. I mean, what more can go wrong? Ooops, now I better go greet my boyfriend (how weird is that? Boyfriend? Me?) at the train station.

Street art! Fun stuff!

2011-11-03T06:26:00.000-07:00

I don't know the name of this artist. Yet.

It's November and the nasty darkness has arrived for the next couple of months, so let's take a look at the street art I snapped in October, when we had sunny days and good lighting and fancy people with spray cans made the streets a little bit more cheerful. Here's a few pics from my archive. I looove street art. Big fan.

U25 is a good artist, I see his/hers artwork around town and I wonder if I've ever met this person in ... person ;p

I'm fully aware that I've been a slacker bitch when it comes to blogging. I promised daily posts and all you get is five posts a month.. Well, see, suddenly stuff happened and recently I've experienced something close to a life. It'a amazeballz! But I'll see if I can squeeze in more inneresting shit this month.


Drunkard, I've no idea where this picture was taken cos I was drunk myself. Absinth is dangerous stuff..!

Keep the trees warm ya'know? (Sorry about the cracked thingy on the pic, blogspot is acting up).

Lol: "In spite of all the danger" (ehm, blogspot hates me today. I've uploaded this pic several times, even cut it and stuff, but it still comes out the wrong way. Blogspot SUUUUCKS!)

"No dumping! Drains to Unreality" I wanna go there! (There's no stupid blogspot acting up in unreality.)

My mum's going to the underground

Scary Santa? Nah, I think this guy looks like the vegetarian beggar I see around the city. U25

Frankenstein? John Doe!

I second that

Cute little girl! Found her on one of my dumpster-diving-nights. This is original size.

This scary lady resides on the wall of a place where junk food is sold and consumed

Beggar lady. I think she looks a bit like my ex-boss.. U25

Have a nice day - and remember to keep your eyes open for fun stuff when you're out walking!

Wanna check out more street art from all over the world? Go to Street Art Utopia

They also have daily updates on Facebook so why not go and like their page?

Dumpster diving

2011-10-21T05:32:00.000-07:00

"I wanted to draw on this one too, sadly this is possibly the only streetart I'll ever do"

Yesterday I stole food from the trash. It's called Dumpster Diving and it is illegal. So point is to not get caught, and therefore it's kinda smart to have someone to watch yer back and hold the flashlight and stuff like that. My friend .. let's call her Gertrude .. and I went diving for trash last night. Yawn, that's why I overslept for work. Now, looky-looky:


Inside the dumpster there was A LOT of turnips and parsnips. And a lot of plastic. Hardly any of the food felt yucky to the touch.


Paprika! Baby-Eggplants! Durum wheat!

The paprika's look great don't they? Nothing wrong with them at all. Some of the baby-eggplants was a bit wrinkly, but I've bought worse before. The durum wheat was past it's sell by date with a week, but everybody knows stuff like that (flower, pasta, rice) can last for years, centuries even, so hey it might not be low-carb, but it's food! And all the turnips! My gods! I feel sorry for the farmers, all their hard work down the drain like this. It's a shame! Good thing me and.. Gertrude.. saved some of it.

Placed on the bench, ready to be washed. (Some of it is already in the sink, but I forgot to take pictures of that. DAMN!)

Potatoes, onion, chili, cauliflower, radish, eggplants, coriander, cherry tomatoes, parsnips..

Durum wheat, paprika, turnips.


More paprika. And stuff.

So what did we do with all this stuff? First we cleaned it properly. And dried the water off with towels. We threw away whatever we couldn't eat, and some of the food ended up in the freezer (like the chili and the coriander). After a bit of thinking we decided to bake the eggplants, paprika, onion and tomatoes in the oven, and make a purée of it all afterwards.
This is what the precooked yummies looked like:

(M***phunker doesn't want to lay the right way. Grrrawl!)

It's paprika, garlic, onions, tomatoes, baby-eggplants sprinkled with salt n' pepa, drenched in extra virgin olive oil, silly! Now why did you feel like asking when it's right there in plain in sight? Bitch, are you blind? Oh you didn't ask? Whatever then.

We baked it at 200*C/392*F for about an hour, until the paprika's where wrinkly and a bit brown at the edges. We left them to cool until we (I mean I) put them in the food processor. Which was filled to the brim so I had to take it slow. But will you look at the result! We've made AJVAR!!!

Fancy dirty kitchen cloths right? They're from ikea and will never ever be white again.

It tastes great the way it is, but also works fine in soups and stuff. Today I'll have ajvar and fried turnips for dinner. YUM!=) And then, later on.. I'll see if I have enough money for a beer. Because I want one (6!) and I want a night out on town, sans car-trashing of course. I plomise!

Cleaning the nasty clogged drain

2011-10-16T12:34:00.000-07:00

There comes a time in life when the drain is clogged. I don't mean the underdepartment of yours truly, that is a whole other story, but the drain of the bathroom-persona ion. So here goes. Last year I moved in to this apartment that really needed a lot of work done due to the fact that the person living before me was a druggie. We're talking needles in the walls, blood on the ceiling, inches of dirt. The sad old sad. And I cleaned it up real good. Even splattered some paint around, but the one thing I didn't do was clean the drain. I guess I was afraid it would be hard or something. Or filled with more of those nasty HIV-infested needles. So I let it slide. Until one fine day I really needed a shower, and the bathroom over flooded. I found my blue disposable gloves (sorry world, but at least we recycle the plastic nowadays), and located my (imaginary and figuratively speaking) balls and did the job. This is how I did it, tutorial-style:


Put your gloves on and open the damn thing


Drop the lid in the sink, clean it with hot water and a toothbrush or something

Localise a plastic bag to put all the gore in. See the black thingy on the upper left? It's habitat is over the black and the red pipe. Get it out of there (this might be a struggle, but find your inner angry person and abUSE IT).

Clean enough (forgot to take pictures of the gore, sorry) aaand put the black thingy back where it belongs (it's probably homesick by now)


Clean the floor while you're at it

And you're done!

Now remember, this drain is from 2001, so if you are going to do the same and your drain looks nothing like this, maybe you should try google it (again?!). And if you found my blog google'ing "clogged drain" or "cleaning the drain" or something like that, well hello there! Stay on for more happy days!

PS: All this chemical stuff you buy to clean the drain usually works for a few months and they are expencive, bad for the environment and bad for you. (Some of them even clog your drain "on purpose", so you have to buy another one and another one. Isn't capitalism just great?). This way is messy, but it helps. I promise!

A very good Saturday

2011-10-15T08:52:00.000-07:00


The view from the bus stop. Fall has arrived in town

I woke up at nine, happy to finally being able to sleep in. I got up at twelve. Mmmmh I love slow mornings. Today is fleamarket day so I hopped on the bus (actually bought a ticket, but forgot to use it). On the way I noticed an apple tree in a overgrown garden with no house, so I decided to walk back afterwards. The first I made sure doing at the fleamarket was checking out the clothes. There was nothing interesting and the prefixed prices was too high, so I strolled on to the café where they had these yummies:

They might not look it, but they tasted fine. Except the brown one, it could have had just a tad more sugar. And the coffee was a bit thin. But hey! It's cheap

Sitting in the sun, Chris, who is the genius behind the name of this blog actually, sat down for a chat. I love how you sometimes run into people you know! He drives a scooter and this is a picture of his helmet:


(I'm trying to be artistic here)

I spent some time talking to Chris and haggling for stuff. Found this German plate and got it for $3,60 (because it's really not worth more):

And then I found this coffee grinder that the lady wanted $9 for, but I turned it over, saw two IKEA price tags and therefore got it for $3,60:


(It's going to be a present for someone who's birthday I didn't go to. Gonna fill it with coffee).

When the market was over I said buh-bye to Chris and walked home. On my way I remembered the apple tree:


I suppose iphone doesn't give it the right ehh.. Don't blame the photographer!

So I picked some apples and before leaving I heard myself say "Namaste". Heh.. Well. This is the apples, and I'll bake a cake and some muffins. Yum:

But the day wasn't over! In a park by my flat someone had set up a festival about food. The food was free, but you could give some donations. I gave them what I had left ($7.20) and filled my plate with everything vegetarian I found:


Notice the spoon!

I had some dessert too, but I forgot to take a picture. It was just too yummy..
The festival was to bring awareness about the hunger in the Horn of Africa. And also to discuss food-capitalism, poverty and .. other things. The food was donated from supermarkets around the city, food that had gone past it's sell by date and was going to be trash after all. Now fancy that. (I'm not a stranger to dumpster-diving myself, but I'll save that for another post).

There was a DJ and some people was dancing and eating at the same time. Shocker! I tried taking some pictures, this is what I snapped that turned out all right:

Fun times. I love living in this city at times. Even though it's cold and expensive and at times unfriendly, it's days like these that makes it all worth it. I'm going to get some warmth in me and go back to the festival. Yepsidoodle!

Now, this is not that type of blog where I ask a question like "How was your day?" just to get comments and readers, 'cos usually I don't give a fuck, but seriously, could you top my day?

The bootycall

2011-10-10T03:48:00.000-07:00

OK, I have a confession to make. I'm fucking a teenager. I met him at a festival this summer, and I got a wee bit drunk and figured what the fuck and that was exactly what I did. Now, if he was interesting in learning stuff in stead of telling me stuff I already know, things would have been rather great. Well, if he didn't look like a bulky horse and shut up from time to time and never left with my keys when I passed out, things would have been great. They would probably have been a little bit like this:

(You're supposed to listen to the lyrics, not watch the thing, m'kay)

And, yeah, I know I shouldn't be nagging, I get laid easily and by someone young enough to get it up a few more times than the usual twenty-something, but now that I've decided the dude has got to go, he's got my keys and his parents gave him house arrest for staying out too late and I JUST WANT MY F'ING KEYS BACK! And for those Americans out there itching to type rapist or child abuser and other stuff like that, I can assure you mutual concent is on the table and anyhoo he's turning 18 this year. ('sides the minimum age for legal consensual sex in my country is 16).

And now you might be wondering why I screw someone that's so much younger than me when it's just a hassle. Hmm.. I wasn't aiming for the hassle you see. And I spent most of my teenage-years fucking (I did spend some time attending school and working and stuff too. Like in between all the fucking. It was, to be honest, more school and working and stuff and then a little bit of fucking. I'm not a complete slag) older guys, and most of my twenties wasting time on the thirty and forty-year olds, so now I just wanted some of that veal everyone else got growing up. Since I'm a vegetarian I should have reconsidered and gone for a spicy hummus. I know that know. Ah.. Isn't hindsight a bitch at times?

A little bit of nothing

2011-10-07T03:17:00.000-07:00

About a week ago I went to this meeting, and my fine is now $12.121 and I know a little bit more about why I trashed these cars. There was a witness - jehey!! And he told me there was a guy following me and a lot of pushing and pulling. When he butted in to help I snapped and transformed into a crazy berserk-freak.

Stolen from this site

And now I get it. I was scared. Someone put something in my drink, I wasn't myself, my bag was stolen (a beautiful crocodile skin round 60ies-bag I inherited from my fathers late aunt. It contained my keys), I had nowhere to go, someone had followed me and bugged me and another dude I didn't know talked to me as well. And I was alone. Wow. This could have taken such a bad turn! So since I was scared and had nowhere to go and wanted to sleep my mind must have thought "Why don't we do something illegal so we can sleep in a cell and get away from the scary men?" It's kinda logic when you think about it..!
The witness (in the meeting, dufus), implied that if he hadn't done anything or if I hadn't gone all crazy I would have been raped by that dude following and pulling me. So I guess $12.121 is a small prize to pay. But the cops could have gotten there sooner. It took 45 minutes from witness-guy called till they had the decency to show up. This happened a two-minute walk from the police station ya know.. So

Banksy of course, stolen from The World's Best Ever

Bad Blogger!

2011-09-27T14:07:00.000-07:00

But I'm STILL sick, so I think I'm allowed a break.This is kinda how I feel:

According to the doctors I have a virus and a throat-infection, and all I can do is wait it off, sleep a lot and drink gallons of water. And ginger-tea. Jey! Wish I could get a bloody fever so I could sweat this shit out, but no siree, it will not arrive ;..(
Me gonna be sick till winter and then I'm probably going to catch something else to add to my misery. At least my mum is still here. We have a very good thing going here, she does the dishes and I make the food. I like making dinner and baking and stuff, and I utterly hate doing the dishes so all is good.

OK, let's cut to the core. Saturday me and my darling mum got a little bit drunk (on her - jey 2!), and I ended up telling her about the whole incident with the cars and the cops and the money and stuff. She, being the best mother in the world, took my side completely when I mentioned my suspicion someone might have slipped me a Mickey or whatever we call it. She even told me she'd help me getting a loan. (That means she get a loan and I pay it off since all the banks I've applied to say I have absolutely no credit. Thanks banks, and fuck you too). I hate the fact that cash is king, but I also hope I'll be able to pay so I don't have to go to any more of those meetings. I want to colour my hair vivid red, and somehow I don't think that will help me in my case. I'm playing dress-up when I go there too. I try my best to look as normal and blend as possible, me no likey.

I'm going to have a meeting this week to haggle me down to a fine I'll be able to handle, and I'll probably tell you more about that after it's done. If I'm not dragged off in chains whilst coughing my lungs out. Right now I'm off to boil some ginger for me and mum. It's very nice to have a voice, and raw ginger in a pan with water does the trick. Especially if the whole thing has boiled for a couple of minutes.

............. Gawd! Being ill makes me b-o-r-i-n-g! Sorry about that.

In sickness, I miss my health

2011-09-23T00:14:00.000-07:00

Sick! Damn I'm sick. I've lost my voice and everything. Going to the doctor today. Another cost I should have been prepared for. I've had the same cold sores for a month now, tried everything. Especially the super-expensive cream that usually work. It's so minuscule and to think it's $28 and doesn't even work is a shame. Well, look at it:

And will you look at this cold sore, the picture was taken last Thursday and it hasn't changed. Bah. I'm tired of looking like a leper godsdammit! And OK, I know this is kinda gross, but bear with me (and feel a little bit sorry for me?):

At least I have company. My mum arrived yesterday and we stayed up late talking (but not about my 'case' because I haven't told her. She can't help me either way, so what's the point in worrying her?). Now she's snoring in my bed while I get ready for my doctors appointment (ie writing about it here because what's not written down is a lie. Or something. Whutevva).
If I'm not shipped off to hospital I'll make hearth shaped chocolate when I get home. Or tell my mum how to make them. I am craving:

So much money it hurts my soul

2011-09-21T12:39:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I went to the first meeting with the people who are going to decide how much money I am going to pay them in compensation for the damage I did to their cars. Only one showed up. And he wants $7.600. Combined with the other claims I've been told of, worst case scenario (and this is men and their cars where talking about) I have to pay around $16.666. That is if they show up. I really hope they all go on holiday. Seriously, why didn't anyone stop me? I'm 5.5 feet and about 154 pounds, how hard could it have been? I'm not saying I'd expect people to go do citizen's arrests just to get people off a trial or huge financial burdens, but come on! If you saw someone smaller than you messing with your property and you had friends and co-workers around, wouldn't you have considered to stop that person from damaging your stuff? This smells "I'm gonna earn me some money from that bitch". Well, whatever. I probably did all that shit. It's not like I can sit here and deny it. It's just that I wish I could have remembered. And enjoyed it perhaps.

Here comes a minor breakdown:
Gods, I hate this city! I hate the people in it! I hate this sordid freaking mess I'm in. Anyhoo.. (See? It didn't last that long). Next meeting is going to be the final one. And tomorrow I'm going to call the bank and ask them to give me a $16.666 loan and if I get it I'll pay this shit and eat from the trash 'till I'm back on my feet and then I'll leave. Or maybe I'll stage my own death and go work on a fishing boat and leave ship in the Caribbean or maybe I'll start selling drugs. Or something.

Fishermen in Barbados. Pic stolen from Tell The Truth Travel, which is a rather good blog

The guy who showed up today wanted compensation for damages to his cab and his loss of income. He drives night and his son drives day, and they wanted $750 for each of the five days the car had to stay in the very expensive hospital for cars. That's $3750! But he didn't know if it included taxes, so he had to talk to his accountant. (I really do hope we uncover a tax-scam, at least that would be worth this).
But $750? A day? Damn. I should have gotten a license in stead of just eh.. drifting. And now you're probably thinking "Whoa! You don't have a licence? Bitch are you dumb?" but I couldn't afford it myself and my dad was lying in a hospital dying when I started the driving lessons, and then he got so sick I could hardly concentrate on school and whatever, life happened. And life is shit sometimes.
If only I didn't break my laptop, then I could at least make some very interesting electronica and try to sell it for commercials. One of the expensivooo ones. Those with cars in it. Try that one on for sale.. When I got home I made the drawing you see under. It's not a self-portrait (thank the Lords!), but I do have a runny nose today. Got the chill from walking home in the rain yesterday and had to take out some sick-leave. Bless me, I'm sneezing like there's no tomorrow.

So why blog?

2011-09-19T12:16:00.000-07:00

Since I'm a girl in the world with a so-called drinking problem, and since I got a huuuge fine related to this drinking problem, I'm gonna quit drinking and puffing and having a ball and just be plain ol' me. And I'm going to do that without having money to play with, because they are all going down the drain of punishment, of witch I fully understand I deserve. If I could just remember what I did. The cops said I beat the crap out of four (very expensive) cars with my own bare hands, and even though I find that kind of hard to believe, I mean, look at what they can do:

(That's my own btw)
I'm going to pay that fine, and not drink a drop of that savoury bliss we call alcohol (well, at least not many drops). And also no more Mary Jane for me. She makes me depressed. So since I'm hereby on my way to soberness, I'll try and figure out something else to do that doesn't involve drinking. So I'll be a crafty bitch of a son from now on, clearing out my cabinet and do some cooking (you know, cakes and such), make my own clothes ('cos I can't go on to the shops now, can I?), try some knitting, paint and photograph and draw and write and I dunno.. Puzzle?
To be able to do all this I need an audience. That's going to be you, 'cos I can't do this without having someone to complain to. And I promise you, I complain funnily. I hope. Here's a funny picture I snapped today, this is what a smashed car-window looks like. Don't worry, I didn't do it. Apparently I've done enough trashing for a lifetime me.

You might have noticed that my profile picture looks kinda weird? Now naturally I can't show you my face because one day I might apply for work in your building, maybe even your job, and it wouldn't be fair to me if you knew all about me and me nothing about you now would it. 'sides, I like being a bit mystical.

First blogpost ever

2011-09-19T06:28:00.000-07:00

And I'm gonna write about the day I smashed my computer. Yep, I did. Smashed my computer because I was stressed and angry and it was slow and I'd done something incredible stupid job-vise and needed to write the anger off. But the HP didn't want to start and therefore my anger got no output, so I smashed a glass on the floor and since that wasn't enough I put my fist down on my crappy computer and smashed the hell out of it. Which was really very stupid considering I have no money to buy another one and the hard drive was filled with samples and poems and songs that I needed. My therapist said I have anger-issues that I really need to work on, and I can see she's right. Usually my anger only harms me, myself and I, so imagine my surprise when I about a year ago woke up in jail after a night out on town.. That's something I'll tell you about later. Right now I'll just try and see if it's possible to put a picture of the broken glass in this post and continue writing afterwards.

Now, this was a real hazzle. I'm glad I made it. FYI, I still find pieces of broken glass all around my apartment even though it's almost two months since I broke the damn glass. OK, I'm not a fan of cleaning, but I'm not that lazy! I actually found a piece of glass in my foot before going to bed yesterday. Now that was fun. To be honest I haven't really killed my computer completely, so one day I'll get it fixed. To kill a computer completely you probably have to do something like this:

I stole that fancy picture from here.
Oh, those Israelis. And here I was, thinking someone like me had a gun and decided to use it to kill their crappy HP in stead of just beating it to death. But I'm probably just one of a kind when it comes to silly businesses like that. I mean, if you read the link you can see someone killed it for "politics" and "religion" disguised as "security", not just because they where angry. Oh well.

This is me btw. If I was a cartoon. And skinny. I found the drawing in a meeting I went to years ago and used my cellphone to snapshot it and keep it for ever in case the artist wanted the original for her- or himself. So I'm actually really nice. I don't usually go about destroyng mine or other peoples property. And I don't like the fact that I've done that. So I'm going to do my best to pay up and get clean. And when it comes to my anger issues I think it's safe to say that I've been stressed and sick this summer (what happened a year ago I blame on alcohol and someone slipping a pill in my drink, sadly the police never took any bloodsamples so cops will always consider me a loony, that doesn't matter though, 'cos I'll never have anything to do with them ever again), I even went on sick-leave and I never do that, but I'm better now. Fit as a (somewhat untuned) fiddle. Yepsidoodledo.