Actually, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry or shake my head so hard I give myself whiplash. Who gives a flying fuck about which imaginary friend your president worships? I’d be more concerned if he asked himself “What would Jesus do?” every time he had to make an important decision, because in that case he would just perform a series of basic magic tricks and nothing would ever get done.
i just think it’s stupid that you say “americans” when you live in toronto and aspire to move to ny… canada is the same shit as america. we’re not a different species or something, you’re not english or pakastani or indonesian - you don’t get to say “americans”
day off from work, drive home an hour, sleep, wake up, try to take my car to get it looked at, won’t make the noise it makes for the mechanic, take my car back home, get yelled at by moms for not wanting to drive an hour back up to my shitbox apt and move my shit out
Random NB trip to B&N and there he was… and I looked like a total scrub.
So we are almost 2 weeks into Ramadan and I took the 30 day no drinking challenge again. No shoes this time for a prize, just a smaller waist line!
Hahaha it’s all good I have been sooo sick the last couple of days so I’m sure I looked hella shitty! Good luck with your fasting - next time you find yourself in the bruns (and able to drink) let me know we’ll get a drink and talk about how shitty birchwood is