Let me start with a little back-story before I start to rant.

Throughout my childhood I had an abundance of different crushes. I only ever had one obsession. No, being obsessed isn't normal. But fuck, I was a kid. Cut me some slack. I can admit it now because it's funny. Then, it was pathetic ( Read more... )

I was watching Oprah today and some doctor was on talking about proper bowel movements. Seriously, who knew your shit was supposed to be "an S shape" or "a banana shape"? Rather, who wanted to know? Oprah started talking about how excited she gets when she shits in "an S". So all of a sudden I'm looking at my shit now. I mean if Oprah checks out ( Read more... )

My head is going to explode! My throat feels like I have rocks stuck in it. I'd like to chug a cup of boiling water and wash it all away ( Read more... )

Kristina and I are going to visit Saint John, New Brunswick. For absolutely no reason other than the lobster and whale watching. We bought a map of Canada and decided we'd pick somewhere random and start planning our trip ( Read more... )

Finally, it's done with. School's out for summer ( Read more... )

Today is my birthday and all I want is for Patrick to be back in Toronto. I miss him so much already ( Read more... )

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Patrick is almost here! He lands in like 3.5 hours ( Read more... )

I think Old Navy is going to fire me. Oops. My bad. I called in on Monday because I had to finish an essay that was due by Tuesday at noon. I hadn't started yet. I know that it's my fault for leaving it 'till the last minute. I'd rather risk my job at Old Navy than a final essay that is worth 25% of my grade. Anyway, I call in and of course I get ( Read more... )

"From Horatio Alger to the Happy Hooker"... errrrrrrrr. What? I hate this essay. Hate it so much I'd like to kill it. Or kill myself. Whatever. My brain hurts, my eyes burn and my ass is numb. Close to 20 pages of bullshit in less than a day, and I'm starting to reconsider why I bother breathing. Fuuuuck ( Read more... )

I've been working on my essay all day. I considered taking my shit outside and trying to get the rough draft done on paper, because it's just that nice out. I can't do that though. I need to do everything on the computer because I'm so finicky about constantly making changes to please myself ( Read more... )