HAHAHAH.

speaking of cheeseburgers...
i'm addicted to mcdonalds cheeseburgers with extra pickles and extra cheese.

dear:
i miss you. mostly because i know how it is to be under the tiny blue blanket, with the noise of the fan, and the peacocks yelling at everyone to wake up.

26 days,
me

i have incredible urges!
tap dancing. purchasing numerous television shows on dvd. finding the perfect pair of boots. neglecting the buffalo nightlife. neglecting the buffalo life. realizing the transition of past events from unfortunate to fortunate. aspiring. feeling incredibly hopeful, incredibly happy. despite the last entry, i am incredibly happy. i no longer feel stifled or inadequate.

you know?

this place is a goddamned dump.
full of dismal, dank slush.
bitter and frigid and constantly frowning.
i hate it so much i feel like i could bite my own lips off. i feel like the only way to feel warm is to throw my scalding hot starbucks in my face.
its a joke. a big joke lie.

fuck you, buffalo.
i fucking hate you.

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.

i am amazed at the things that kittens do that could potentially kill them i.e get caught in plastic bags and drink water from the bucket you just used to mop the floor with.

the worst week of my life has just passed. i only made it through with the help of a few people. you know who you are.

i just cant stop feeling exhausted. i fall asleep at 10pm every night, unwillingly; in places one should not fall asleep.