it’s a nana thing

three bags for charity ahhhh ps. steph, dad loved the lennon bag.

look what i coloured when i was a little shit kid with too much time on my loner hands i mean in-between macking dudes and takin’ names. i even added my own flowers to that one butterfly in the center cos apparently there just weren’t enough things to colour in/please me/hold my attention?

i have no idea why my camera orders my pictures like this i’m just goin’ with it alright as a gentle fine then fuck you.

i do not recall attaching that beauty and the beast chick but i imagine that i probably did, here have some flare nana maybe i will be an interior designer some day? they tried to give it back to me too wtf?

uh yeah then i went to go sit in the car back in toronto?

hi again still here.

i pretty much still write like this.

i forget the name of this thing but my nana wants to get rid of it (bothers her breathing?) my uncle bought it in a crazy and then left it at nana&papa’s v responsbile there guy. i say have it for lunch today or give it back to a pet store?

petey?

ok i think i know what to get you for mother’s day.

maybe a cd player too.

hi papa.

can’t wait til i’m boring and squirly enough to have seasonally-themed house embellishments. can’t you fil!?

nana is a lady, don’t you cross her. i like to get my digs in when i can though.

the painting by fil’s elbow is supposed to be of my nana reading to me when i was a kid (and had blond hair)(except i was a sloppy greasy tomboy turd) and the only granddaughter at the time. yesterday i was helpful in showing nana which possible colours would go nicely in the sitting/dining room i was very business, fil silently smirked, as did my mom. JEALOUS.

i remember when this collection spread like wildfire, everyone knew what to get for christmas and birthday presents.

see? retarded.

yep, i can see myself getting into this queeny-shit pretty easily. i even bought expensive old lady eye bag cream on my saturday shopper’s trip and i wore my hippie clog slippers out in public again yesterday. dudes colour me given up. (only i am allowed to say it though because fil tried it out on me it caused my mouth to open SO incredibly far and my gasp blasted out a window)

haha my ghetto snack creations. prosciutto-wrapped wheat goldfish, kinda pointless like salt on salt explosion. the garlic/rosemary croutons on the other hand, man, deadly.

our empties from the other day (hush it’s from the last month+) and i show you this because it’s a recessessessession right now and normally we just stack ‘em outside for the hobos but then i thought hey guy there’s at least 5 bones here we should start collecting on our bottle deposits. other obvious money-saving ideas can be found at screwyourecession.ca it’s virgin’s new thing-thang (they also have a twitter) sort of a helpful little web-pocket of articles highlighting shit one can do to save a few coins here and there.

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our boy peter is playing hugh’s room april 2nd. lets hold hands together.