Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that?
My parents came home today! They’ve fallen in love with the empire state. They want to return there with me soon. I went downtown today with my family. I couldn’t resist and bought my Toronto Island ticket. Please join me.
Coffee is a drug. Drugs can be enjoyed in small amounts. But they can consume your life sometimes.
I wish I could be a poet. Or some sort of fabulous artist.
Let’s make a list. Of places for our tea! Ja ja ja ja ja! I need inspiration. Inspire me! Someone! Somewhere! Out there! The Ballad of RAA is now in my ears. It smells like spring. This is weird.
I am dreading work tomorrow. I truly hate Tim Hortons on Bronte Road.
Dont you hate how our lives have to be approved by guidance counsellors? They’re just old ladies who couldn’t figure out what to do with their lives, so they decided to help other people do it. Sweet irony!
I’ve been having dreams. Of Wally mostly. Sometimes they are more like nightmares of things I dearly hope he’d never do.
I killed friedbananas on tumblr. It’s now known as Let’s Take A Dump.
LET’S GO ON A DATE! WHEN & WHERE. TIS UP TO YOU!
Last night I had a dream about Ram. Hahaha. And other Torontoish things. Maybe I’m beginning to become homesick.My predicament and my shenanigans was my zombie like behaviour- not sleeping cuz of coffee. My plane ride here was frightening because of the turbulence and we were in a little plane and there were only 5 passengers. The only plus was being able to walk up the plane like a president. My flight back is tomorrow morning. Shall we go to the Jap film festival? Or just go to all things tea? And TALK up a storm.
Last night my cousin and I went to a poetry slam/open mic night at a cafe with an art space. OH YOU WOULD HAVE LOVED IT. There were 2 girls there that played 2 songs. They reminded me of us. The whole time the singer was standing with her legs wide open and the guitar girl a little one, was so engrossed by her guitar. This truly beautiful poet also performed last night. His name is Anis Mojgani. It was so unreal, I wanted to cry. I think we should visit here one day. I tell you, this is the place. Like if we were to open up a teashop, it would be here. This place has got me so inspired. Oh dear. I hope I come home and actually make good art.
As for the future, I thought I had it all figured out. Turns out I wasn’t even close. Although I’ve come up with a new plan that will hopefully be approved by the guidance counselor.
My ears hurt from these damn clip on earrings.
I am currently in Oakville, Ontario, Canada, North America, The Earth, Milky Way. It is midnight. My march break has been “terribly” (as you would say) dull. My parents went away to Barcelona but missed their flight so ended up in New York City without me! Providence sounds lovely compared to here. But at least the sun is shining, the grass is greener, my bike is coming out of hibernation. I’m listening to Broken Social Scene Presents Kevin Drew. Can we please go see them??? Magic magic magic magic. The sound of their voices will make us forget everything!
We are all shithead kids. I apologize for that. But marching on is a very strong statement. Oh in the wilds of adolescence, we all become strangers to ourselves. I’m not making sense. When you said we’re growin’ up, I thought “Oh. My. God. We are, aren’t we?!”. I hate growing up. It fucking sucks. Better things are coming though! I swear there’s truth in that. I was thinking about you farming the other day. I’m still lost. I have no idea who I am, what I want or where I want to be. Fuckity fuck fuck. My application and deposit for Paris are in. I’m going! Away away away I go! Why was the plane ride frightening? Why are you in a predicament? Why were you stressed? What shenanigans? When are you coming home? So many questions left unanswered. Come into my house yo! Or I’ll come to yours. Either way, the time will come to talk of many things. Of shoes and ships and ceiling wax, of cabbages and kings!
I’m hungry too.
This was Tuesday night. Your shall receive the concrete version the next time I see you again.
I am in Providence, Island. It is currently 3:22 in the morning. I am terribly nostalgic because I am listening to RAA. I cant fucking sleep. I am writing you this letter because I cant’ stop thinking about all of us- growin up and changin. I also watched a brutal movie that was showing in a beautiful theatre called AVON- very historical even more beautiful than Carlton. I’m sorry I didn’t reply to your message about BSS. I was terribly stressed that night. I miss our old times. We’ve all marched on like shithead kids. The air is becoming unbearable tonight. This place is a mix between New York and San Fran. This city is a gem. It’s the cutest. New England houses are so cute. Hey, Emma Watson goes to Brown University here. I think that’s the school I want to go to for Enviro Studies. The future is a scary place. I am starving right now. I had a delicious Cafe Mocha today but I’m in a slight predicament. OH FUCK. I wrote on the front of my cousin’s sketchbook. I’m an idiot, a sleep deprived idiot. Caffeine has a really effect on me. I don’t think that’s every going to change. I miss us terribly, but I am learning to accept the way things are. I hope you go to Paris, I wish I was going with. I feel sorry for my cousin, I hope she is not disturbed by my shinanigans. The air is on. It is NOT cheesy, I defs still think so. My plane ride here was really scary. The cafes here are so quaint. They have farm co-ops eek. There are lots of funky Djs! Countless of them. I think that this might be my new home. It might be God’s Providence. I know you don’t believe in that but whateves you know me. 3:36 Am sleep all days is on.
I’m still hungry.
So. I must’ve used terribly 3 times in there. Sorry about that.
That’s it. I couldn’t help myself. The pain was too hard on me.
sun sun sun hear it comes!