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Because meaty sacks are what we're made of,
And rotting flesh is all we'll be.
I always judge a book by it's cover.
ASK
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Getting blood drawn todaaaaay. Blechhh.
Gotta take care of some stuff in the Tons of Ill Ham (oh god look how creative I am).
Hope your day is cooler than mine.
I made this itty bitty chocolate cake with chocolate chips. The bigger cake is in the oven now.
I am having a very bad day.
Got an interview on Tuesday with Tim Horton’s, and just had an interview this morning at Ardene’s.
On a separate note: I am irritated beyond belief and I want to rip my skin off of my face!
Looking through the T.V. guide for the new episode of Workaholics, and it isn’t there. Mfw.
Being in Canada fucking sucks sometimes.
Tomorrow is our four month anniversary, so I made Vincent pink and yellow sugar cookies in the shape of hearts and cats.
Someone I know doesn’t know the words to backstreet boys…
LYRICS TO OLD BACKSTREET BOYS’ SONGS ARE NOT MY FIRST PRIORITY. MAYBE YOU SHOULD’VE DONE THIS WITH ME WHEN I WAS TWELVE YEARS OLD.
My level of attractiveness decreases by each passing day.
This is day three of no shower. Time to go take care of that.
~*~*~**In da ShOWer txt it!!*~*~~~*~
Meeting Vincent in Toronto.
Accidentally took this photo while trying to take a nice one, so here you go.
Maybe you should listen to some Cake today. It’s a Cake kinda day.
Sometimes I can’t tell if I’m extremely logical, or just a tad too apathetic.
Hamilton-bound.
Going to McMaster to get some questions answered. HOLLAAAAAAAAAAA
Okay, so I have a bunch of shit to do crafts with, I think I need to start working on some shit, because besides drawing and painting, I haven’t done much else.
Perhaps I might even mail some things to people for free. Perhaps.
Vincent went home yesterday. I am a sad kitty.
We had spent over 220 (consecutive) hours together.
Now for some lonely pizza pops.
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