Sometimes I scroll through my blog picture folder (the archives of gifs I pepper my posts with- like how one might say a pizza is “peppered” with cheese) for inspiration. And I end up coming across things like this:




Useless. Utterly useless.

Or is it?

Once upon a time there was a….


man with an incredibly rare hand disease known to man as, “Plast Hender’s Syndrome”.  And a very sarcastic attitude. He searched the world for someone who could cure his peculiar predicament. With proper hands, he would be…


He searched far and wide…


…and Up.


But alas, no one was able cure him.


Along the way he met a girl.  As all stories go, the relationship was a little awkward at first…


… and they weren’t without their trials and tribulations.


Eventually, she left him.



But he always cherished the memory of the only woman he ever loved.






First and foremost, if you’ve ever had to rewrite something completely (forgot to save, lost, etc) you know how I’m feeling right now…Image *mentally screams*

Apparently “confirm email address before posting” is a thing.

I started this to have something to do.

I mean, I’m a very active person- during the scarce months in Toronto that it’s possible to go outside in a sports bra and enjoy it. Every other day- HELLO, Lardwhale. *cue whale sounds*


Except I don’t even move that much, its more of a sad, stagnant, guttural groan.

And -forgive me for this, Goose- ever since I got into a serious relationship every and all desire to have a hobby has been completely overshadowed by, well, other desires…



There was one of just the eyebrows but it was kinda creepy…

Since school started in September we started seeing less of each other and I’ve started becoming Jabba the Hutt (cue the monologue of countless hours scrolling through Facebook, Imgur, and watching Jimmy Fallon on Youtube. And make-up tutorials. Lots and lots of make-up tutorials. And for things I won’t even need, like “Elsa from Frozen Full Hair and Make-up Tutorial”. However, the day I do use that will be a glorious day indeed).

I had no desire to do anything. And when I have no desire to do anything, I have no energy. *flashback to my entire grade twelve year when I was late for class every day*



And my teacher did this CHAIR OF SHAME thing where every day that I was late, I had to pull my desk up to the front, party-of-one in my own row. But I digress.

This is an effort to give me back my energy. Something to do. To look forward to. And also to share my self with whoever will listen.

Bonus creepy eyebrows