It's gonna be legend-... wait for it...

"and I hope you're not lactose intolerant because the second half of that word is DAIRY!"

     So yesterday was my 19th birthday and it was calm, quiet, and smirnoffy.  I got a couple of phone calls from my Simcoe Country area relatives, my grandfather and my aunt Linda to be precise.  My parents got me a bottle of smirnoff vodka and these jelly belly cocktail flavoured mixers. [I also got fifty bucks from them and twenty bucks from my grandparents] <3

     Well! Let's get started on this update and I feel like writing it out quickly.  Here goes!

Sun, Aug 17:  I slept all morning, left for work at the Super EX at 3:30 pm and got home at around 12:00 am.  Stayed up for a while, happy about the day off the next day.

Mon, Aug 18:  Slept in a lot, caught up on some drawings, dealt with a lot of personal mumbo jumbo.  Around 3:00 am, while I was watching some Bill Hicks comedy skits on youtube, I heard some scratching noises coming from my window.  I looked over expecting to see one of my cats stuck in the basement window well trying to get in, but no, oh no no no. You know what was there, poking it's adorable yet terrifying little head into my bedroom? A SKUNK.  It fell into my basement and I ran upstairs.

Tues, Aug 19:  My 12 hour shift at work.  That's all I did that day. Bus, Work, Bus, Sleep. No eatting. D:  Skunk still in basement, haven't done laundry.

Wed, Aug 20:  Slept all day, worked until night, ate some sasuage at the Super EX, bus home, sleep.  Skunk STILL in basement, clothes starting to smell.

Thur, Aug 21:  Today was my cousin's 16th birthday so I left her a message on her facebook. Didn't sleep most of the day, went to work, bussed home, and slept.  Skunk still in room, started stealing mother's clothes.

Friday, Aug 22:  Skunk finally caught in trap and taken away, able to go back into room [Room was destroyed by drunk neighbours trying to get skunk out].  Went to work, bus, sleep.

Saturday, Aug 23:  Went to the Super EX in the morning with family, went on a bunch of rides [I loved The Polar Express and The Tip Top the best, crazy spinning rides, laughing insanely]. Was supposed to work, got sick, went home, probably going to get fired, don't care, I'm so done with that job. [I'm allergic to lemons anyway]

TODAY:  Yeah, went to LCBO, got vodka. Finished colouring a picture, that's all. xD

     That's about it, until I get my cheque, tell my manager I quit, give my bloody scarred hands time to heal from the ounslaught of citric acid.  Oh, and I also seriously need to organize this mess of an office/room, damn drunks and skunks.  I guess I can always include my shopping list for when [if] I get my cheque soon.  Right off the bat, $100 or so dollars goes towards getting my electric guitar and amp kit.  After that, it's new clothes, art/school supplies, and paying my LCBO Card Application Fees.

Well, I need to use the washroom, so I'm out.

SMIGGILEY.

"I can't believe this whole time it was you guys; I've been blaming Really Tan Dancing Leotard guy"