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Well... Living in Van. Working the works for work - Just a matter of time until I spill scalding beverage all over you or fuck up your hair. Been a bit of a whirlwind, if not a ride since the end of February. In fact, it was so much to deal with, I think part of my brain died and fell away - Much like part of MJ's face. Luckily, we have bondo and Cher's scientist. Is she a a cyborg? Let's just say 'half-breed' is a common slang term in cyborg circles to indicate what should now be obvious to you.
I nearly tore myself in twain deciding what to do with Rory. There was nothing I could do besides be the selfish idiot my first boyfriend was to me. Fortunately though, I do care. Unfortunately, he didn't and would rather do his homowork to prove I was a skank. HELLS, YA DON'T NEED NO PROOF 'CAUSE YOU WEREN'T FUCKING AROUND HALF THE TIME, IIIIIiiiIiiIIDIOT. Fucking break up with you after Christmas and then think it's all fucking rainbow and lollipops and best intentions. As if I was born yesterday. Whoa, it's apparently early.
One cup of coffee in the morning is like a new clutch in a vehicle - As opposed to no coffee, which is a like a new clutch... of dragon eggs. Basically, it works enought o make you babble, but not enough to divest yourself of the shwirly thoughts of absolute negativity that blanket me like so much soot while I slumber, only to be shaken off (insert some dancing ladies) au matin.
People, I miss you. I even miss Jayare. I don't miss the bullshit of Nanaimo yet, which made me an angry little troll. Turns out it looks like when I quit managing apartments some cash went missing. Now, who would do that? Someone that got paid slightly over half what labour standards of BC would mandate, that's fucking who. Not that I did, but holy moo-too, it's amazing how old business ladies are kinda screwed in the cheap-arsed noggin'
Having much fun adjusting to life here - Have a gorgeous view of English Bay from my tiny apartment within which Russellsprout and I dwell. The odd thing is not being used to knowing people. Luckily I don't look like a troll on the outside or I'd be fucked for anything social. I miss being an OE swilling pot-face oozing about like a redneck 'fagot'. Waiting for Fagot? I don't think my mind can even explain that currently. Most will know if they PS some BS aprés école secondaire. Sha sha sha, like that of the dog dragon thing in that nintendo game only my brother would recognize.
Is only the gettin' mo' better, and I love it.
I nearly tore myself in twain deciding what to do with Rory. There was nothing I could do besides be the selfish idiot my first boyfriend was to me. Fortunately though, I do care. Unfortunately, he didn't and would rather do his homowork to prove I was a skank. HELLS, YA DON'T NEED NO PROOF 'CAUSE YOU WEREN'T FUCKING AROUND HALF THE TIME, IIIIIiiiIiiIIDIOT. Fucking break up with you after Christmas and then think it's all fucking rainbow and lollipops and best intentions. As if I was born yesterday. Whoa, it's apparently early.
One cup of coffee in the morning is like a new clutch in a vehicle - As opposed to no coffee, which is a like a new clutch... of dragon eggs. Basically, it works enought o make you babble, but not enough to divest yourself of the shwirly thoughts of absolute negativity that blanket me like so much soot while I slumber, only to be shaken off (insert some dancing ladies) au matin.
People, I miss you. I even miss Jayare. I don't miss the bullshit of Nanaimo yet, which made me an angry little troll. Turns out it looks like when I quit managing apartments some cash went missing. Now, who would do that? Someone that got paid slightly over half what labour standards of BC would mandate, that's fucking who. Not that I did, but holy moo-too, it's amazing how old business ladies are kinda screwed in the cheap-arsed noggin'
Having much fun adjusting to life here - Have a gorgeous view of English Bay from my tiny apartment within which Russellsprout and I dwell. The odd thing is not being used to knowing people. Luckily I don't look like a troll on the outside or I'd be fucked for anything social. I miss being an OE swilling pot-face oozing about like a redneck 'fagot'. Waiting for Fagot? I don't think my mind can even explain that currently. Most will know if they PS some BS aprés école secondaire. Sha sha sha, like that of the dog dragon thing in that nintendo game only my brother would recognize.
Is only the gettin' mo' better, and I love it.