Me: What colour are crips dad?
Dad: Red. Wait, no blue.
Me: Wow, you’d be the best gangster.” —
*Having a conversation about marriage*
Dad: I was a mushroom in the relationship. Caught in the crossfire.
Courtney & I: What?
Dad: Like a mushroom. Do I really know ghetto slang you don’t know? Like someone that gets caught in the crossfire of a gang fight. They call them mushrooms.
Me: Worst thing I’ve ever heard.
Dad: Look ill look it up *googles it* Oh no wait, that’s a different mushroom.
The wost part, after 5 minutes on Webster he found it.
A simple whisper louder than I can scream,
Has never mean’t as much to me as now,
As I’m using more than just my voice,
Creating more than just static noise,
Never doubt the feeling throughout,
As I whisper loudly can you hear me now?
Just stare at peoples statuses like
So I haven’t posted any writing really in the last little while, so I figured I’d do it now.
As far as my life goes, I got a job at a sign place doing Graphic Design. I got my forklift licence, and am hoping to find a job doing that, at night :|.
Uhm I also got my old Olympus 35mm film camera going, and it’s fucking amazing.
My cat still steals my bed, and is a total douche about it.
Of course things between me and my girlfriend are amazing, there isn’t a single second where they aren’t.
Today we walked around Zellers like zombies (
we’re both she’s sick as fuck) and looked at kids play sets. Like the ones that are a kitchen, or the little plastic car. They’re so much cooler now then when I was little. We started thinking we should totally buy them for our house, and like use them. We pretty much died in the isle laughing.
“Yeah this is our car, it gets pretty good gas mileage” *No name ‘play school’ car*
Needless to say, we’re both amazing. Not to mention, EVERYONE’S going to be coming over for crumpets and tea.
But that’s all for now, I’m too tired to keep typing crap into this little box. I have to work in 7.5 hours.