| About Me |
| Name: Laura (Milk, Mmmilk, Milkshake, Albino, Milkyway...) Age: 27 (or ageless, haven't decided yet) Height: Very very tall Weight: Yes I have Family: mom, dad, big sister and even bigger brother... And last but not least, my psychotic cat Rutu Hobbies: Making people smile. Apparently I don't have to do much... just showing up cracks people up. They say when I come from behind the corner, they can see my nose and my tits half an hour before the rest of me appears. I love my friends. I really really do. Honestly. Favourite music: I love pretty much everything... Not the biggest fan of country music or pimpin' rap. Nor can I stand traditional Finnish dance music. Okay so yoddling isn't on top of my list either. And I'd rather die than listen to the sort of music they play when you're either on a ferry from Helsinki to Stockholm or in an elevator. Favourite saying: Well spank my ass and call me Charlie / I'm not laughing AT you, I'm laughing WITH you. My motto: Life's a bitch and then you die. |
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| Most embarrassing things that have happened to me: Anyone who knows me also knows that I'm a walking talking disaster zone. Here's some stuff that has happened: I've had my baby blue panties stuck in between my backbag's zipper and I walked around the city while those panties were sticking out like a flag. I noticed it after half an hour... I know what you're thinking.... Yes, they were clean. I once made porridge and thought it tasted strange but I just kept on adding more and more cinnamon thinking I just tasted things funny cos I was hung over. After eating it all I realized I had used milk that had seen its best days two weeks before. Needless to say, I was puking for 2 days. My boobs once popped out as I was running to the tram. Then I had even more disasterous moments as I tried to put them back in while standing on a crowded tram. Don't try this at home kids..... I've accidentally dropped my trousers in numerous occations while running. I once asked a male customer about the amount of his monthly menstrual bleeding when I was supposed to ask how much money he earns per month (It's quite similar in Finnish... Honestly). I used to have a very sassy answering machine message. Until the day my grannie called. Once apon a time in London... I had just bought a new shirt that had buttons in the front. I wore it for the fist time on a hot summer morning. First I took the train to the city... It was HELL cos it was so hot and sticky. After arriving to a huge train station, Waterloo main station, I felt a little breeze and thought "AIR CONDITIONING... FINALLY!!!" and kept on walking. The faster I walked, the stronger the breeze. Then I looked down... My shirt had unbuttoned itself and was wide open. And the view must have been very generous to everyone. So, I buttoned the damn shirt again and ran to school. There I saw some friends and said "you'll never ever guess what happened to me...." Before they would answer, one of the teachers said "Erm... let me guess... That...?" and pointed at my shirt. And yes... It was wide open again. I never ever bought another shirt that had buttons in the front again. This also happened in England. You see I wanted to go to Finland for a holiday and I had this open ticket. I had to call British Airways to book the flight. And so I did. It all went well until the woman on the other end of the line asked me to repeat the code number of my ticket. So I began "123456789-B". "B for boy?", she asked. I said "No no.. I am a girl". I didn't understand why she started laughing and it took a long time until she was able to explain that she only wanted to confirm the letter B in my ticket. DANG. *blush* New Embarrassing story in my journal (10 Apr 2005) |
| Oddities: I never wear lipstick. Hell I don't think I even own one. Yet many think I wear some all the time. No one has ever been able to "watch me sleep". You see, the second someone is looking at my face, no matter how deep my sleep is, I instantly wake up. My sister used to wake me up just by staring at me for a second with a scary face so that it would be the first thing I'd see. I'm an insomniac. I can stay up for many nights in a row and yet appear to be perky. This seems to freak people out. My fingers have veeeery loose joints. They're like overcooked spaghetti. I often hear "Ooooh you're hands are so lovely... Wait.. what are you doing.... EEEEEEWWW, stop it...!!" I'm a daughter of a priest and a Master of Laws . I know what you're thinking but let me tell you, my MOM is the priest. I'm the biggest freak magnet on this planet. Ask anyone. They'll confirm this. |
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| Knackered Milk |