the computer said to me not to smile so that is my trying not to smile massively stupid scowl look for the how old you will be in 50 years photo that i look ridiculously ug-city in so i am not bothering to post it because i do not agree at all with the science centre’s predictions of how my face will be aging.
in other news, it snowed last nite/early morning today and i woke up about 6 20 am and thought of a bunch of stuff to keep my mind occupied ’til maybe 9am after i was like FUCK THIS and had a bit of a cigarette and some oj and it woke up the cat and then it woke up fil because the cat purrs like a lawnmower and sits on my face until you feed him or put him in the bathroom for a time-out.
i called my mum last nite to ask her what she wanted for xmas and she said body shop stuff that’s all she wants and i said don’t you want something substantial that you can keep or something and remember like how i buy everyone kitschy stuff that they don’t need that just sits around collecting dust and when visitors come over they are like woah totally COOL and useless!
being practical, well, buying practically is sooooooooooo stressful and at this point in my life i just can’t deal with stress, well, not that i can’t deal with it, i just totally refuse to deal with that shit altogether unless i am playing burnout on xbox and i have to cause a huge car accident to make lots of car accident money, this is the only stress i will allow for the time being oh and helping people when they email me with advice on life like i invented living.
blep.
fil tripped me yesterday when the centre was closing and it was fucking hilarious so i couldn’t get too mad over it, dammit. i flew and my purse flew even further and fil is lucky that it was on a carpetted floor. focker.
so everyone i am moving back to toronto, the land of snobportunity, social anxiety, and colorful scarves.
i can’t wait to be broke over there and boss around ward and finally allow myself to be startrek-washed but only because I am choosing the ikea-shit.
and all of it.
