Tuesday, July 17, 2012

and when you're gone, you're gone.

hi, i'm in this weird rut where i don't seem to have a personality anymore.

quick, someone tell me something to be interested in.

Monday, February 20, 2012

nurse say you ain't got much to give



my brain has officially exploded. somehow i'm supposed to pack up my life in 3 days.
stay tuned. i'll have something good to say one day.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

some of them were superstitious

so good things!
moving to monties on the 23rd.
already have an apartment.
getting a transfer to the st-catherine street urban outfitters.
going to chicago tomorra for workplace trainings.
saving money for europe trip in may and already have the hostel booked in paris.
yayayaya

bad things!
leaving my best alex and taylos in plop city.
and also kevin and alex in same building.
and also reverend katherine ursula russell in guelphtown-ish USA.
packing my house up and getting rid of a million items.
packing a bag for airplanes. should i bring a knife?

butts.

i'm excited and scared and happy and sad all at once. i feel like everything has worked itself out almost too well. it's making me a big mess of paranoia but i'm getting better at it. something that i feel i would normally dwell on forever and ever and wreck a relationship over i actually donut even care about and it only took me two dumb thinks and its gone.
i feel extremely lucky to have someone be so understanding of my idiot brain.

didididi

ANYWAY

if chicago is as windy as it supposed to be i'm going to shave all my hair.
fuck on that wind.

this is me

Monday, January 9, 2012

and they drink champagne as they kick in your teeth

I have this bubble I like to live in and I get way too bent out of shape when someone pops it.
I've gotten over this stupid thing I do, but I can't help but still feeling stupid for bringing it up.
let me be your dumdum savage forever plx.

I just farted and it smells like chickpeas.
thank you carribbean queen of trauma.
byebye

Friday, December 9, 2011

doctor say you aint got long to live.

i guess for once i don't consider my life as the endless bummer.

however, december/christmas- do be over already.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

plop city part 90.

if anything could go wrong this weekend, i feel like it did.
tell everything i hate it.
i just want to be back in your stinky arms.

i hate that i have to run away when i see my past. i like to think that im over these kinds of things but apparently 7 years isnt enough time to be anywhere close to it. stop continuing to wreck my life along with everyone elses.

another trip to montreal to ease my no-brain please and thanks.

Monday, November 14, 2011

love bit you in the throat while you were staring at the sea

i only have good things to say.
and i guess that makes a boring blog.

i'm glad you like girls who drink watered down leftover poutine gravy right out of the delivery container.
how did i even get so lucky/you must be an idiot/i'm glad we can always be idiots together.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

R.I.P. unemployment

it's time to grow up (throw up)
aka i have a new job at urban outfitters. huzzah!

so enough one sentence about that. onto montreal ADHD visit!

noodle date, $20 candy date, lock ourselves in bed with candy and watch southpark all night date, always make sergio late for work, blank text-huh?-blank text-shut up, meet for fancy food court dates, get halloween costumes ready, dont leave bed again all friday night, crime spree saturday begins, miracle breakfast, more crime sprees, spray paint kitty costumes, GIANTEST BURGER EVER, back to fattal, watch shitty horrors, sexy kitty regular kitty hobo kitty and crazy cat lady, drink every beer, do every bad, danzgig, trigger effect, hi i cant stand, oh its 630am, brains melted, pretend to sleep in stef's bed, zombie back to NDG, back to bed at noon, wake up for KFC delivery at 6, go back to sleep until midnight, watch more southpark, wake up at noon monday and have jellybean sized brain fall out of skull and bus back to plop city.

dear brain, unmelt. thank you.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

muchos smooches for el conkisstador‏

i promise it wont get to the point where we dress as the same person/too late.

this weekend we went out for a lovely sushi date and i diah-ed 3 times at the restaurant. magically romancetic. we're perfectly disgusting for each other.

gross gross gross im done my gushing. tell sergio i hate him and his face is dumb as a butt.
poutine d8 with alex spence last night. shitty weathers hot sundae d8 with lindsay tonight.

ALSO
im still jobless. i had an interview at starbucks today. i have an interview at urban outfitters tomorrow. wish me luck. my with my by myself at home brain is melting.

mon-tree-al again in 2 days. 2 sleeps. 2 shutups.