you can see the little doggy feetprints in the memory foam.

home now, we went for a drivies to guelph and had a pint and nachos at the albion hotel then visitted my dad and i went through some of my junk and found a journal i wrote when i was in the psyche ward CRINGE PARTY! i can’t wait to transcribe it and exploit myself some more, can’t as in CAN wait. here is an email i received why don’t you guys answer it for me in the comments and i will email the post back to the guy i’m kind of sick of talking about these things every four seconds. everyone is allowed to answer these EXCEPT FOR MY MOM. fil told me to just ignore it, pfft, like i can ignore things.

hello, i’ve periodically checked your blog for entertainment and i’ve got a couple of questions i don’t think i’ve seen answered on your page. you said you have some issues with depression, are you on any medications right now? do you think you will ever seek a permanent solution to your mental problems? i’ve tried myself but have sworn off any treatment until i know the severities of my symptoms after being off medications for awhile. how often do you go drinking? it seems like every other day there is new stories about getting wasted aimlessly. do you find you really need to live the lifestyle i interpret you as living? and finally do you have a job? do you update from work or something? why don’t you mention it if you have one? thanks for reading and i hope you get back to me

for the record, depression, is NOT a mental problem. it is emotional. when i say boy, do i ever have mental problems, it is a joke that i have extrapolated from an old friend in a hilarious situation involving the police and my ex bf in a hotel room at 6 in the morning and they asked her if she had mental problems and she said “a few” to get out of trouble. STOP TAKING MY BLOG SO FUCKING LITERALLY.

and YES i have a JOB – reading your email and putting it on my blog IS my J-O-B i make money off of this yes it is possible, hard to believe? i do not care, believe it and now, fuck off.