popples!

my best troublemaker friend don’t get me started, this is my 16th bday and i dumped my boyfriend the week before, we were together for a year and 8 months. party!

wicked baked at fatboy slim i bumped into my ex bf’s friend. i am in grade 11 i think.

how to not have a boyfriend in grade 7.

how to get boyfriends in grade 8.

grade 9, i’m highlighting my hair, nice roots.

my dad on his way to give me up for adoption.

have had that costume since grade 8.

selling off my shit before going to nyc, that’s ward beside me, remember him?

prom. i had ecstasy pills i shared with my date, they were duds. we got hella loaded though.

christ.

that’s my favourite ice cream, parlour. we just came back from ice skating, we are having a sleepover party.

dude’s playing hey jude on a fucking saw and i am secretly burning him, that’s in bath.

grade 8 quebec city trip, doing the oasis thing, nice bra me!

my dad has been rocking the canadian tuxedo since as long as i can remember and in my head i am thinking here fuck i hope i’m not pregnant christmas is so ruined HAHA!

16th bday.

me and the german girl i remember when i got home that day i received one of my first blogstalk emails some guy saw us on the subway, i am 19 here and working as an online “model” and i got her a job there too. PIMP!

hardware dyke store party.

some fancy manhattan hotel who cares look how repulsive i am.

my mom threw out my marilyn shirt that was my dad’s because she is the devil i don’t care how many stains were on it you don’t throw out other people’s things it is not your decision to make.

american apparel ripped me off except they got it right.

park slope, brooklyn.

look how close i was to getting a sex change oh man.

nice eyebrows do you like that it is always christmas at my childhood house.