RIP to all the mediaeval peasants who never knew the joys of buying two litres of chocolate milk. 😭

I'm in such a good mood! Came by the greengrocer right as they were putting out their HEAVILY-discounted elderly stock. Got nearly 3kg of mushrooms for like five bucks! 😁😁😁

2kg of regular button mushrooms, plus two punnets of fancy mushrooms.

This is weird, but who the fuck cares. No offence, but Tumblr is just sort of cliche. Yeah, I know that makes me a cliche too, yet here we both still are. This is just going to be a safe place where I vent about my stupid feelings, the ex’s I still hook up with (oops), the midlife crisis that I’m having because turning 20 makes me feel like I’ve pretty much accomplished nothing, some pics of shit I’m doing and maybe some pictures of other shit too, and everything in between. If you know me in real life, please don’t fucking read this shit (unless you’re the ex that I’m still in love with, you can read this shit because I’m guessing over half of it will be about you anyway).

You want to know me a bit? Well, here’s some pointless (and not very interesting) facts about me and my life;

I live in Canada and have my entire life.

I’m in University, studying Politics Science (want some tea about that fact? Well, the ex that I’ m in love (the one I talked about not even two seconds ago) applied to the same school and program that I’m in for next year so basically just fuck me in the ass).

I have a lot of siblings, like seriously 6 of them (five sisters and a brother), no my parents aren’t Amish or anything they just got divorced and now were one phat family. That was so fucking cringy I’m truly sorry you had to read that.

Ouu one time I went through a bad break up (HOLY SHIT YES IT WAS THE SAME EX! YEAH I TOLD YOU THIS WILL CONSIST OF HIM A LOT), anyway as I was saying, I went through a bad break up and went on a complete sex bender and brought my body count up like 10 people oops

I had this best friend for 18 fricken years of my life (literally met her in daycare before my first birthday) and I don’t know why but I miss her and I felt like that needed to go here (because no one is reading this far anyway)(honestly, don’t think anyone read this at all but fuck it). 

What else do people say when they’re introducing themselves to strangers... I’m questioning my religion so that’s on my mind too. 

So I guess if you actually read that, it’s nice to meet you and I hope you stick around because I can always use some more friends. DM me if you want (do you call tumblr messages DM’s? idk I’m new here sorry). 

See you on the flip side (actually I’ll probably just see ya in the next post). 

It is Saturday, 8/25/18, and on my way home today I found a flyblown s/quirrel in the gutter just off the curb. She was stiff and her head was crushed, so I think she was hit by a car and died pretty much instantaneously. Since our first set of s/quirrel bones has been given the initials AA, Husband decided we needed to name this one with the initials BB. He picked the first part of the name, Brazillia (it starts with a B), and I picked the second part, Birch (it starts with a B, is a plant name, and I found her in the shade of a big birch tree), so her name’s Brazillia Birch. I think she may have been the same big s/quirrel I’d seen on our back fence many times, including yesterday. I guess she and the much younger s/quirrel I’ve seen recently are no longer in competition, but it still makes me sad. :(

I’m much more prepared this time for processing a dead, and BB’s now in a designated pot with sand beneath her and fine-sifted dirt around and about an inch on top of her. It was very soft. The same piece of weighted-down cage siding is covering the pot, and it’s weighed down with a dumbbell in a plastic bag on top.