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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.

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CURRENT MOON

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.

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.

Hamilton-bound.

Going to McMaster to get some questions answered. HOLLAAAAAAAAAAA

Vincent went home yesterday. I am a sad kitty.

We had spent over 220 (consecutive) hours together.

Now for some lonely pizza pops.

120 hours together and cccccccounting.

Been playing Pokemon (Silver) along side Vincent for the past two days.

We’re addicted.

~*~PoKeMan TraINerS~*~

We’ve been together now for 59 Hours.

I LIVE AT VINCENT’S HOUSEBOUSE

Death Cab tonight with Aisha.

This is the face I will be making the whole time.

(I wish I had seen them when I was like 13, but it is what it is.)

So Vincent was studying, and he looked so peaceful, that I was going to take a photo of him behind me, but then he saw what I was doing, leaped out of his seat and ran over.

This is the result. Too hilarious to not post.