What do you do when you're bored at home?

Obviously you write a blog.

So I haven't written in here for some time. MUCH has happened.

1. I went back to High school
2. I've been cleaned of all substances
3. Had the experience of a life time working at Performance Publications
4. Found out my best friend is moving to Japan
5. Found out she won't be my sister-in-law
6. Got rejected by Ryerson University
7. Got accepted into Humber College
8. Went to Poland
9. Now I'm in school for JOURNALISM

Exciting eh?


I'll most likely report on the election in the up coming weeks



OH... ps. I met someone whose name I'm not going to reveal because he's most likely looking over shoulders and reading this.



Slavka reporting out bitches!!!

Why I hate JGod

Not that I trully hate him, but he definetly pisses me off. His son Jesus, not on good terms with him at the moment. Although I have renounced my Christian views, me and God, regardless of our constantly bickering, are usually on good terms.

BUT, WHEN YOU FUCKEN MAKE ME LOSE MY FUCKEN CIGARETTES EVERY FUCK DAY, YOU'RE ONE MEAN BAD-ASS MOTHER FUCKER.

I know Rhianna is laughing because she knows how much this annoys me and how much this humours her.

It is just so discouraging when you're ready to have a smoke.. and oh .. opps.. no cigarettes because they fell out of your fucken jacket pocket on the subway and some random bum picked up your $9.73 pack of large, king size Belmont Milds.

Great.My life is just filled with Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice..

Then I wake up with a cold, hard slap of reality and realized I trully hate my life except smoking and Rhianna.... oh and Jack Bauer.

Why I hate God

Not that I trully hate him, but he definetly pisses me off. His son Jesus, not on good terms with him at the moment. Although I have renounced my Christian views, me and God, regardless of our constantly bickering, are usually on good terms.

BUT, WHEN YOU FUCKEN MAKE ME LOSE MY FUCKEN CIGARETTES EVERY FUCK DAY, YOU'RE ONE MEAN BAD-ASS MOTHER FUCKER.

I know Rhianna is laughing because she knows how much this annoys me and how much this humours her.

It is just so discouraging when you're ready to have a smoke.. and oh .. opps.. no cigarettes because they fell out of your fucken jacket pocket on the subway and some random bum picked up your $9.73 pack of large, king size Belmont Milds. Great.

My life is just filled with Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice..

Then I wake up with a cold, hard slap of reality and realized I trully hate my life except smoking and Rhianna.... oh and Jack Bauer.