this just in:

i am sweet.
as in a sweetheart.

just sayin'.

xo.

i hate my blog white.

it seriously upsets me.
but im too lazy to change it right now.

one craft at a time.

still crafting my bike pad... may have made it a bit small this time. fml. i can still fix it.

remember these?
http://www.surfacecollective.com/index.php?nav1=detail&product_id=31

MY MOM GOT THEM FOR ME FOR MY BIRTHDAY.
because she FUCKING rules. (special shout out to the best boyfriend ever who drops really good hints....)

i'm going to NYC on friday, adam is going to put my straight bars on and today wound up being wicked. fuck my work. it's not important anyway.
all i have to do is get through tomorrow.

send me good vibes!
xo

mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

i just spent so many hours making a post cover for my bike. arts and craft hour was extended far beyond my bed time and now it's 2 am. my alarm goes off in 4 hours. sweet.

and the worst of it all is that i think it's still too big.
im sure... somehow.... i'll make it work. before adam kidnaps my bike on wednesday.

i hate when you go to sleep first. i miss you a lot less when i fall asleep on you mid conversation.

the weather this week is supposed to be unreal... hopefully i can ride my bike to work tomorrow.

xo

i dont know what the big deal is.

but it's a big deal, and it has been for a while now.
this is the first time i haven't wished you a happy fathers day. it's probably time i got some things off my mind...

in other news i am ultimately retarded. and cause myself more greif than is ever necessary.
think about it, sort it out, and get on with it. thats all there is to it.
it makes me somewhat angry to think that the only problem we've ever had was a direct cause of me being an idiot.

i'm going to NYC next weekend somewhat unexpectedly! i'm really excited. and i get to bring my bike. doubly excited. that will be more than enough to help me cruise through this week i'm hoping.
PLUS i might get to see evan! and it'll be mine and adam's first somewhat of a trip together, (+jason) so it's special.

i'm a big huge sack of gay.

xo

i dont know what you're talking about.

and at this point in my day, i really don't care either.

working 8 hours and then being stuck in a room with unrealistic looking human beings to make me feel infinitely worse about myself for an extra 5 is not my idea of a good time.

one of them asked me about my black flag tattoo....

"tell me about your tattoo!"
"it's a black flag tattoo....they're a punk band from the early 80's"
"oh cooooooooooooooooooool...were you in the band?"
".......................no."


yeah ok, so i've been a little cranky lately.
i know.
i'm sorry.

for the record... i just have a lot on my mind. i have a lot on my plate at work. i'm getting weird illnesses that really only occur in children under 10. and i'm having trouble times 100 seeing myself that way i did a year ago.

i'm just frustrated. at life. in general.







those are the only three things i seriously want in my life and i can't have any of them. atleast not immediately.

i'm hungry. it's 20 to 12:00.
maybe i should eat for the first time today.

xo

oakville hardcore

wait...what?

My bk cup next to your bk cup.

in the van.

going places.

story of our lives, right?

love you.

xo

parasite

(păr'ə-sīt')


1. Biology. An organism that grows, feeds, and is sheltered on or in a different organism while contributing nothing to the survival of its host.

2. One who habitually takes advantage of the generosity of others without making any useful return.
One who lives off and flatters the rich; a sycophant.

3. A professional dinner guest, especially in ancient Greece.


you'll never get it... so dont bother.
xo

P.S.

how adorable is mischa barton in this photo.
excuse you.

www.missselfridge.com

i'm addicted.
xo

realizations.

sometimes they're the fucking worst.
i mean, dissapointing.
sometimes they're fucking dissapointing.

you hang out with someone who you really respect for a long period of time and drink too much coffee and drink too much wine and talk about literature and dead writers and jazz music and then they turn into a douche bag.
or maybe they were a douche bag all along and you only thought you respected them because you drank too much wine and they could still talk about literature, dead writers and jazz music.

who knows.


xo

so what the fuck ever

so i told myself i would make useful posts that people care about. and maybe, someday, i will.

maybe.

but for the time being i'm going to write whatever i want. because thats what i do and thats what im going to continue doing. especially today.

so my search for a new job has slowed somewhat significantly once i realized that no one has called me for a job interview. this is the first time in my entire life i have ever had any problem getting atleast an interview. it's stressful.

and to make matters worse my mind fuck of a boss is being sweet as pie. for almost an entire week so far! it makes me happy to go to work but i feel like im constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop...like there's a catch to everything or that darkness is looming over everything that comes out of my mouth that she may not agree with.

i've been finding myself going through these mini fits of rage lately. like with no cause or anything i just suddenly hate everything for a span of about 2 hours and am the most foul human being ever.

no pleasant. not sure if it's stress or (other) but i wish i knew because believe it or not i don't like being foul.

tonight i have to figure out how i am going to weasel my way to getting osap again so i can go back to school. my mom mentioned something about "throwing myself at the mercy of the government"...but im not sure i like that idea.

speaking of my mom. i love her.

xo

question

is "hi hi" like "hehe" to french candians?

i don't get you, quebec.

FYI

Stock Ale is the New Pabst.

GWTP.

xo