I think Allana was right when she said we should adopt, we'd gain a brother and an extra day off per year (unless you work at Zellers, The Bay or IKEA, that is).
Here, have a wide selection of photos from my camera phone I keep forgetting to do things with.
If you're clever you can probably match them up with previous diary entries.. if not they were probably taken last night/this morning by Captain Stupid Head. If not they're probably just rubbish.
I thought there were more PigTossing photos. Mmmm, he's like a furry caber.
It's been about over week since I've had any (that includes painkillers) because I didn't have the prescription fee, haha, I feel like I'm talking in an antibiotics anonymous meeting. Anyway, as much as it makes me feel lousy taking it all the time it's reassuring having three full boxes in my grubby little hands. I cut my finger on a kitchen knife a few days ago and I was convinced it was going to fall off, or kill me somehow.
I meant to upload and post these ages ago, you've probably seen it by now but still..
This morning travelling to work we were behind a funeral procession that was headed towards St Ins Church near Dundas West and Lansdowne (I later found out), anyway..
The streetcar held back as people filed into the church and the coffin was unloaded, then we picked up speed and crashed straight into the back of a stationary car that belonged to one of the funeral-goers.
From what I gathered and for obvious reasons the person who owned the car didn't want to come out and deal with things.
When (if) I die I want to cause as much mayhem as possible, because that's the way I roll.
If you know where my other blog is go there to read about the simple complexities of being in a household with four other people, why I left home on my fifteenth birthday, and a rant regarding why when I was fourteen I made a (seemingly failed) decision to never live with more than one other person, ever.
