the necklace this italian girl made and gave to me in mexico, broke during thanksgiving dinner at fil’s mum’s.

i was tugging on it during a story about some loser who was telling fil’s stepdad at the bar how he gave ME my “ideas” and it pissed me off so much my necklace exploded, hundreds of beads everywhere. thanks a lot douchebag from the pub.

here’s the email i sent him:

dude, do you know how pathetic and untrue it is to be telling my parents-in-law that YOU gave ME my blog ideas!?
stop talking about me dude or i will embarrass you to all hell on my blog and which ideas did you give me that i carried out exactly?
cos all i can remember is you trying to sell me this venture capitalist bullshit that never fucking happened and was nothing but garbage and a guise to get me to hang with you at the bar while you ate a burger in front of me
and then you shit-disturbed with adan’s gf, way to be a winner
have fun partying at ****** for the rest of yer days and ps i have been blogging for 8 years now, way before i ever even knew you
bravo

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my nana’s collage. she had done all my cousin’s except for mine and i said hey where’s mine? then she finally made it, and it’s the biggest one, to compensate maybe? pretty funny.

i was married young.

GO JAZZ! if you can believe it i am supposed to be a bad boy from disney’s pinnochio, that was the theme that year, you know the ones that turn into donkeys? the blue unitard is from ballet, i was 4 maybe.

that’s my papa as santa.

look how slutty i was in grade 5.

blurry cos i was laughing too hard.

i’m psyched to be wearing my winter coat under my costume.