ripping my heart out.
I bought myself my favourite snack in a bag. I open it and eat one. Wait. I eat two. Three. It’s completely different. It sucks. :(
I’m going to the Harbourfront with Alex during Franco-Fête. The World Café will be open with deliciousness and there will be all that grand boardwalk stuff and Coeur de Pirate is playing a free concert. I am so excited. :’)
I just won something better. :')
It was the first item I found, and there was seven minutes left until bidding ended. It was perfect. I decided I would have it. When I arrived, there had been nine bids. As I kept refreshing while the seconds counted down, the number of bids rose and rose. Twenty seconds left on the clock, nineteen bids already placed, I placed by bid. I could feel my heart beating in my throat. Fuck. Ships...
There’s ketchup in my hair but I can’t wash it right away because I’m still eating.
sealed the deal on an room in a basement apartment in Oakville. I haven’t met my roommates yet, but I’ve spoken to one and I think they’ll both be cool enough. Though I’m still nervous. My room is kinda small. I’ll just be able to fit in a double bed and a desk. I don’t think I’ll spend too much time in there anyway. This is happening.
Some people on OkC are so ew I can’t even.