i'd rather be where the hills are burning.




and i think claws would win.
he could just use his giant pincer to chop jaws's fins off.

sometimes...
when the world gets you down. when you dont want to get out of bed in the morning. when tim hortons gives you the wrong order/coffee that tastes like dish water. when your car wont stop stalling out on right hand turns. when you have a doctors appointment at 8am every single day this week. when you are cranky...

you just put on the only cd you have in your car: queen - greatest hits. and you sing. and sing. and sing. and the world is a better place.

the only way it could get better is if you saw this guy in your backseat.

farewell

(mindy's camera, my hand)


everything has now come down to countdowns. x's on the dry erase calendar. text's with many, many !!!!'s
day by day by day by day goodbye to so many days that i cant even remember because im too consumed about what to do with the days with you.