VALENTINE'S

WEEK END

Flew back to Milan to have an exam. 

Italian system says: no, you cannot have exam. 

So I decided to have a weekend full of joy and many drinks. 

(not pictured. thank god.)

 Imagined that if I would dress like a Russian, I would ice-skate like a Russian. 

I skate more like a Raisin.

Now, Estonians used to be Russians, so that is just cheating. 

Here is a very excited one.

Ice rink by Sesto Giovanni. Italians fistpump when they ice-skate. Fact.

Sunny Sunday at Colonne.

Sunday night is finished by a huge washing FAIL 

and hopefully this one will remove the tint of dust

 color on my whites. Chlorine anyone?

LITERAL.LY

Facebook.

 Two feet of snow.

 Sex tape.

Nun-chucks. 

From http://literal.ly/. Humor down my lane.

YOU KNOW YOU ARE BORED WRITING BOOK REVIEWS...

...when you take pictures like this in photobooth. 

 Cousins It's fake blonde and less combed half-cousin.