Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Monday, December 29, 2014
Dogs! Must Watch: White God
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Holidays nearing an end
Driving back from queenston, a huge steel boat forced us to take pause from the return trip early. Mum and I decided to wait and check out the monolith festival passing by. We noticed four hands on deck just hanging out over the edge of the ship. I don't know if it would be more boring than therapeutic, but I must be a chill gig to man a cargo boat.
I am socially exhausted after all the family time. Most of my relatives commented on never seeing me. And I realized I haven't seen most of them since before grammie died. Felt so guilty, so guess a resolution might be developing stronger family ties.
Keep it sleazy.
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Merry Christmas!
I was trying to be helpful! 30 minutes of pressure later, doctor sis fixes up my ring finger. The potatoes will be well worth it.
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Friday, December 19, 2014
Monday, December 15, 2014
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Friday, December 12, 2014
Party pics aside
-M.A.
I can't get Aja Monet out of my head. I love that this recording is held as the second track in Courage. Although, I can't help but think that we don't necessarily take courage to love until we've been hurt by love. Edit: Love washes over you like a powerful wind, knocking you off your feet.* The first time feels so easy, it's almost indulgent.
I think if I ever fell in love again, it would be long from now. After the walls erode. My whole body feels shut down, disparate to my mind, which is disparate to my interactions.
Love is not in the heart or mind, but feels endured the entire body, which stretches out to encapsulate the subject, or, victim (ha).
Back to studying.
Things to remember:
words
-worthless
-chubby
-pock-faced
-irresponsible
-no one will ever love you
-your friends are losers
-ugly
-they're all prettier than you
-I'll ruin your life
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
The face of this week.
Powered by coffee, fumes, and tofu breakfast weiners.
WEINER.
TIL: 70% blogs are personal, self-worshipping troughs.
You appeared in a dream to me. Claiming fancy dinners with emoticon people. Naming the Ahriman as your lady. Somehow the curls morphed to troll hair .
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
She's a handful of hurricane, a bouquet of heavy rain.
Monday, December 8, 2014
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Friday, November 14, 2014
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Friday, October 31, 2014
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Monday, October 27, 2014
Sunday, October 5, 2014
i still want to see annabelle..
Please be okay
Thursday, September 18, 2014
there's a fighting match
breathe in, breathe out
how it's gotta be
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Painting Day 2
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Maybe you thought that your mind was a room on fire
Back to school! Man... who thought that a second year anthro class would assign 100 pages per week.
Well, I already bought the books.
Tralalaleeearn.
Monday, September 8, 2014
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Friday, June 20, 2014
In my head this morning.
Friday, June 13, 2014
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Monday, May 26, 2014
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Whenever I see a musical
Damn
I should have been a dancer
Why didn't I go to school for theatre?
guhhhhh
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Greeny Blues
But it never does.
Reimburse me OSAP!
So much broke.
In other news, I have been developing website templates for my sister's July 2015 wedding.
This includes browsing and stealing other people's ideas.
And on the wayyyy....
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
New link added!
I like "Basements".
Monday, April 28, 2014
Sunday, April 27, 2014
2 weeks in hlock
Possibru.
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Friday, April 25, 2014
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Waterwoohoo
Here are the pics the gentleman subletting it to me sent:
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Warning - wounds

Crash landed my bike a couple weeks ago. I was studying all day, and decided to ride to the grocery store for a snack, when boom leaned into a turn on gravel.
Gravel, I am more afraid of you than ever before.
I fell off across from this small cement mixing plant down the street from my building, and this hunny working there offered to fix my wounds. So I limped over and got some peroxide and bandaids on my war wounds.
When I returned to my bike this older gentleman saw me struggling because my front tire wasn't moving. The darling got some pliers and sent me on his way. He said it was his anniversary. Lucky lady!
Pardon the imagery. They're not that scary to look at, but my knee is still like swollen.
Ah well.
Take it sleazy!