Yesterday was Canada Day. Myself, my friend Ashley and the b/f went to Wild Water Works for seven hours and flailed about in a wave pool and got completely sunburnt. Not a bad thing, except for the pain and the feeling that my skin is going to crack open at any second. After that we went back to my place and got hiiiiigh and shitfaced. Danced to The Hustle and bought the boxed set of Carmen Electra's striptease workout DVDs off of eBay for some reason...woke up and found all the confirmation emails. Apparently I tried to use my credit card but it declined 'cause I'm too overdrawn in my bank account. So I'll send a money order I suppose. I did commit to buy. This could be fun though.
We shot off fireworks from the escarpment and alarmed this one woman with her kid. There's this one firework called the Sex Goddess and she did not live up to her sex goddessy potential. It was lit for like, a second and then exploded all over the street. In a non-display of colour and sound, might I add. She was more like a Sex Tease. But malfunctioning fireworks aside, we watched all the other ones going off from all over the east Hamilton area and Dofasco's was totally the best. Even from where we were, it was sick. (Dofasco being the huge steel company that makes our fair city so polluted and smelly).
I had a shitload of stuff to write about, but now I've forgotten. Hmmm. I've found out that I enjoy cigars, and smoke them more than I probably should. Even though I don't inhale anything. Chocolate flavour is pretty rad...even though I buy the cheap shit. I wanna buy one of those Cuban cigars everyone says is so good and see if they're right. (And you know, I've been using the word their in the wrong context all my life. I just looked that up and found that the form their means their house, or their toe jam. I usually use they're for everything. Bad me).
I don't want to work tomorrow. I told my boyfriend's dad...
Yesterday was Canada Day. Myself, my friend Ashley and the b/f went to Wild Water Works for seven hours and flailed about in a wave pool and got completely sunburnt. Not a bad thing, except for the pain and the feeling that my skin is going to crack open at any second. After that we went back to my place and got hiiiiigh and shitfaced. Danced to The Hustle and bought the boxed set of Carmen Electra's striptease workout DVDs off of eBay for some reason...woke up and found all the confirmation emails. Apparently I tried to use my credit card but it declined 'cause I'm too overdrawn in my bank account. So I'll send a money order I suppose. I did commit to buy. This could be fun though.
We shot off fireworks from the escarpment and alarmed this one woman with her kid. There's this one firework called the Sex Goddess and she did not live up to her sex goddessy potential. It was lit for like, a second and then exploded all over the street. In a non-display of colour and sound, might I add. She was more like a Sex Tease. But malfunctioning fireworks aside, we watched all the other ones going off from all over the east Hamilton area and Dofasco's was totally the best. Even from where we were, it was sick. (Dofasco being the huge steel company that makes our fair city so polluted and smelly).
I had a shitload of stuff to write about, but now I've forgotten. Hmmm. I've found out that I enjoy cigars, and smoke them more than I probably should. Even though I don't inhale anything. Chocolate flavour is pretty rad...even though I buy the cheap shit. I wanna buy one of those Cuban cigars everyone says is so good and see if they're right. (And you know, I've been using the word their in the wrong context all my life. I just looked that up and found that the form their means their house, or their toe jam. I usually use they're for everything. Bad me).
I don't want to work tomorrow. I told my boyfriend's dad I'd give him $5,000 for him to shave his moustache and he said "I'll have to think about it."
We shot off fireworks from the escarpment and alarmed this one woman with her kid. There's this one firework called the Sex Goddess and she did not live up to her sex goddessy potential. It was lit for like, a second and then exploded all over the street. In a non-display of colour and sound, might I add. She was more like a Sex Tease. But malfunctioning fireworks aside, we watched all the other ones going off from all over the east Hamilton area and Dofasco's was totally the best. Even from where we were, it was sick. (Dofasco being the huge steel company that makes our fair city so polluted and smelly).
I had a shitload of stuff to write about, but now I've forgotten. Hmmm. I've found out that I enjoy cigars, and smoke them more than I probably should. Even though I don't inhale anything. Chocolate flavour is pretty rad...even though I buy the cheap shit. I wanna buy one of those Cuban cigars everyone says is so good and see if they're right. (And you know, I've been using the word their in the wrong context all my life. I just looked that up and found that the form their means their house, or their toe jam. I usually use they're for everything. Bad me).
I don't want to work tomorrow. I told my boyfriend's dad...