post secondary is not a waste of time like a lot of my friends solely believe.

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yesterday at the mall, something suuper disgusting happened. this bucket walked up to Joe and i, she had shitty bleached blonde hair, terrible droopy black eye makeup, her belly hangin out, wearing short shorts and flip flops that were falling apart. i couldn’t tell if she was pregnant or overly fat, turns out it was both.

she comes up to Joe and i and asks “any of you got an extra cigarette?”

she looks at me while i uncontrollably look at her belly then look up to her and i said, “no, i don’t smoke.” then i grilled her belly confirming in my mind that yes she is carrying a child.

she looked at joe and he just goes, “nahh, just had my last one.”

she looks disappointed, says “thanks anyways” and then walks toward the beer store and when she gets closer to that building, she pulls a cigarette out of her pocket anyways and lights it….

fucking disgusting; the epitome of Hamilton Buckets.

going camping for the first time in my entire life, kicking off the summer the right way.

i find myself getting really cranky after going weeks without having a real conversation with the boyfriend, no alone time with him, and 3weeks of dry spell? fuck that noise.

shrooms and yellow submarine was such a beautiful combo. i feel so refreshed as a person and relieved of all my worries. lovin the summer life (:

why would you post things on multiple social media accounts about your realizations and hatred for people, but then if i make mention of it i’m suddenly stocking you? uh no, you put that out there because you want  us to see it. and you’re still an idiot. 

at least i know what the fuck i’m doing. 

i’ve kind of become numb to it all now. i don’t care for you because i’ve realized you never cared to begin with. you will always leave just like people have always left you. 

i got my macbook pro back after a month finally, and my cousin gave me a shit-ton of unreleased edm. couldn’t be any happier (: