in my dreams i’m jealous all the time

feelin’ it, basically the outfit i already wear and get shit for anyway.

speaking of shit.

that was a pleasant stretch eh? ugh.

hi little friend.

oh look it’s a fence depicted from the perspective of an indie urbanite captured on digital camera uploaded to the internet website of a popular blogger lets take in the artistic expression now.

sweats are back ONLY if you look like this do not confuse this look with some juicy junksuit please thank you. haha junksuit.

yeah but you drive slower than my nana walks MOVE IT grandpa.

gorgeously high snow, beautiful home, what is this an ad for hot chocolate?

another magic pony find, if you make a wish and it comes true you colour in the blank eye, so you have three wishes. cute.

i have so many photos of this thing it’s retarded.

my mouth is watering right now like when bart sees the skeleton key to all the locks in springfield (that was on last nite).

sampson the heart stealer.

i know my slippers are fugly, they’re shearling-lined and great for after the shower, super comfy and give me more than an extra inch in height. i got them for free (they’re not cheap) and steph a pair too and also for my aunt (into hippie clogs) merry christmas. anyway, just explaining their constant re-appearance here and somewhat defending their honour. there’s some bullshit about them having a rocking-heel that supposedly tones your calves and thighs, not so sure about that but essentially these are meant for nurses and slobs like me.

wtf?

moosehead, i forget the back story i think it might be by the same artist who did all the toronto tourist moose statues.

love it.

aaaaaamazing onion torte.

washed out much, hilarious though is what’s goin’ on in the bg.

do you need some privacy?

d’awwww.

somewhat on the topic of long-haireds what was brought up in the comments of fil’s hair cut post, basically the icing on the cake of having mermaid hair is all the passive aggressive comments made IRL when having long hair is brought up, it’s super fun. shit like oh time for a trim, elusive catty digs. it’s tired, i’m tired of it, enough already. my long hair is none of your business and no i do not have extensions, how does it boggle you so the possibility that someone can put the work and effort into *gasp* growing long hair? uh sorry my hair is naturally fine and straight, big deal? maybe if it had more volume it’d be shorter and i could do more with it because i’ve done the short lesbian ‘dos, multiple versions thereof and trust me, it did not look hot. ps. nice mom hair, i refrain from making comments about your stupid streaks and layers why do you feel that it is alright to be so shitty to me? being your insecurity soundboard is annoying and predictable and get your goddamn hands out of my hair.

and another thing, i make one barely mean joke about whatever and receive so many shitty blog comments for it and yet for some reason it’s perfectly alright for you to constantly nitpick and analyze every little thing about me, where is the logic? stop harboring resentment for a one-liner i said two years ago (if i was a guy you wouldn’t give a fuck so drop the woman-hatin’) and stop pinpointing stupid things you petty little persons, move the fuck on and focus on your own shit. i’m ONE person, take some relax pills please. enough with the bitter essay-lengthed reactions to a story i told that ACTUALLY HAPPENED and get your head out of your ass, you do NOT know me, you read my blog obsessively, that does not mean you know my every waking thought and/or feeling, your trolling is unhealthy. i do not care what you think you have fantastically extrapolated or deduced from every post you’ve read here, listen, DON’T CARE so go tell it on the mountain. i know what i’m doing, thank you.

oh shit man just wait until you find out what we’re up to tonite, the amount of time it’s going to take racking back up the coolness points is going to be ridiculous.