BOOO.

Grandaddy Blackberry (aka Balsillie) is going to get jock-blocked by the NHL.

Fuck you Garry Bettman.

ornaments are secret sex adicts

I'm bored. and I have too much time on my hands. I can guarantee this posting an entry everyday thing is not going to last. just til stop needing to study.

the fam and I put up our Christmas tree today. I still have the same decorations I made when I was five and loved glitter (ok, I still love glitter, but only when I'm shoving it down someone's shirt) and it made its way onto everything. there's this one pretty hideous one that may at some point have looked something like a dove in flight, but sadly, the tissue paper making up its wings got completely crushed between an excited nutcracker and a horny angel going at it in storage over the summer. Now it is a dove with clipped wings. Actually, kind of without wings all together. it gets a spot of honour at the back of the tree.

here is a poem:

we put up a tree
it is taller than me
which isn't at all hard to be
and i couldn't put the horny angel on the top
because she and the nutcracker just wouldn't stop


it was going to be longer, but I suddenly lost interest.
anyways, you get the gist of what was going on.

kay. now I'm bored of this. How fickle my focus is...




bbye.