Things That I Love ( Read more... )

It's gross to think how many girls that boy has been in. What a feckin' whore.

On that note, I'm so content with my boyfriend (I can't bring myself to say his name still, though). I have never been happy before. Or I have never been happier?

I'm also doing better in school this term around than last's, despite indulging into recreational ( Read more... )

Who wants to move to South Surrey, B.C. with me?

I had this strange static cling for months now, but it mysteriously alleviated a couple days ago.

(Happy Birthday my brother ( Read more... )

I love you Freud, but I simply loathe you for bed-time reading. I was reading up on Freud's Dora: A Case of Analysis on Hysteria and appropriately enough I dog-eared the page after his interpretation of her recurring fire dream. And how her hypochondriac cough had something to do with sexually phantasizing about servicing her otherwise impotent ( Read more... )

I only watch channel 24 in my room.

I like watching the news because it has nothing to do with you.

Red rose.
I can do this

So I'm outside in my backyard, smoking a joint with Kyle, Damian and Breda. During the after-session, Kyle notices that the filter of his cigarette is shorter than his usual butts. A healthier person would think: That's less protection! A smoker would think: That's more tobacco! I think: I gotta write this shit down ( Read more... )

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An Ode to Warm Tuques:
Thank you for fitting atop my head. There are very few garments that can accomodate my brainy appendage. You create a circular pillow, binding my sleepy thoughts and making inside "mine" and all outside things sound slightly softer. You make it possible to take a nap standing up on the jammed train during rush hour.

So it wasn't a snow day for my tutorial, despite Ryerson closing at noon today ( Read more... )