Okay, okay, so this isn’t exactly ‘real’ graffiti art but I sure had myself a private giggle at its irony while I was standing on the corner of Parkdale and Queenston this morning. I mean shit, do or would people actually consider calling 911 if they saw someone decorating the already mostly-hideous landscapes of Hamilton? And if so, they ought to remind themselves of what that creepy/mega oldschool commercial campaign Stay Alert, Stay Safe taught us: you only call 911 in emergencies. Sharpies + paint don’t fall under this category, unless of course, you’re a jackass idiot.
I still haven’t heard anything back from Invisible Children and while parts of me are getting weary, part of me are settling just fine with the idea that I truly might NOT end up as a fall roadie. And, while I still plan on setting my feet upon European ground, there are a few things I might elect to take care of first.
Becoming a hopefully less furry but equally as lazy rendition of this lil' guy, for example.
Nah, but really, I kinda just want life to stop for a few days and let me off in the middle of nowhere so I can take a few seconds to catch my breath. By no means am I bragging (because Lord knows the things I should be doing outweigh the things I’ve done), but I’ve kept busy with and in my young life, and I think it’s time I take a break to re-evaluate and re-asses ma sitch, you know? I want to take the freedoms I still have and put good use to them before I’m seriously courting a husband or wearing mom pants with a baby on one of my mom hips. Yeuuuck.
Today’s been a good one. I slept for 13 hours last night. Triumph!
