you don't know me and you don't know my style.

I had a nice/sad goodbye weekend in Toronto/Brockville this weekend. Most of the time was watching VHSs, eating candy, drinking Strongbow and doing crafts with Fud & Jesse which was actually perfect. One of the movies we watched was 'Tougher than Leather" a movie starring Run DMC and directed/written by Rick Rubin. Needless to say it was fucking hilarious and awesome. It made my want for a leather pork pie hat shoot to a new level.

Also, new summer look? (thanks for the lesson Lauren.)

tell em' a sad story.

Going to Toronto tomorrow to see my sister before I leave. Sister movie food night fun. YES.

I be so LA got my Chucks and my Locs on.

I have a feeling that my new life is just going to be a constant real life version of Miley Cirus's "Party in the USA" but less partying. Fuck.

Say it right now baby.

	Drake - Over .mp3

Even though he has lyrics like "what am I doing, oh yeah, that's right - I'm doing me." I still have a huge amount of love for Drake. I can't fucking help it. Maybe it's because we made out once (kiss on the cheek. same shit.) or because he's Canadian, or because he's BFF with Lil' Wayne. Whatever it is, he's won me over in a big way.

I went to Quebec city yesterday/today for work. It was a pretty short and sweet visit. It's insane how being completely immersed in french for even 2 days makes me feel like I understand/can speak it a million times better. I even ordered my breakfast in french. (Deux ouefs avec les saucisses.) Call me Celene Dion. Thanks.

I'm drinking a delicious chocolate stout right now. It's helping me deal with my psychotic anxiety over making adult decisions. (The biggest ones of life.) Chocolate Beer + Drake = coooooooooooool.

Never let a bitch borrow my chain.

This weekend blew.

I want to eat hot dogs and I want my acrylics back, but made of gold.

Breathin' off respirators for killin' my best 4.

I only want to do this dance/watch people do this dance for the rest of my life. All other dances lose.







Also, I'm aware this is my third blog in less then 2 days. I'm in Brockville with nothing to do but sit on my new computer and look things up. At least there is plenty of new posts for the 2 people who read my blog to look at. BANG.

Shorty is a memory in my head.

If a bitch don't like me, she must like women.

I GOT MY OWN LAPTOP. HOLLERRRRRR.

Yeah I got a laptop today. Amazing. I actually own something worth some sort of dough now. (Prior to know was my 2 finger ring that I paid 80 bones for - that AN AIRPORT EMPLOYEE RECENTLY STOLE.) It's brown and beautiful. There is glitter embedded in the mouse area which I'm not really down with but it was about a bill cheaper then the one without glitter.

Now I can download horrible music/porn and never feel embarassed! YES.

I'm going on a radio download spree right now.

This song is worth listening to just for the part that starts at 2:10. Yes, it is Sean Paul.

My week of being home was so good. All my at home predicitions came true, plus about a thousand different butt-fuck no where flea markets & antique stores that I got some good scores from. Including a FUR BERET. I don't think it looks very good on me but I'm going to wear it until it does because I love it so much.

Now i'ma watch Rosanne. (Hyde from "That 70's show and Joseph Gordon Lovitt are both on this episode. I met both of them in Texas in the span of a week. Weird one.)

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I've listened to this song a million times and this is not how i expected "Mystic" to look like. I had some x-men dream woman shit in my head.



I've eaten 2 steaks in the past 2 days (one with swiss cheese on it) and 10 million spring time coloured oreos. Being home is nice.