Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday Brant!
I love you

Merry Christmas!

I'm bringing sexy back…

So the other night I thought that I was going to shit my pants laughing at the following funniness.

I clasically dance in bed, while lying down and I like to pretend I am in a kareoke bar while brant is trying to sleep while I sing real loud, of course I was going to dance-sing it was JT's 'My Love' on the radio. But the convo that comes next made my life.

e: I love Justin Timberlake.

b: You'd totally be dancing like that it he was in bed with you right now.

e: YES.

pause.

e: C'mon! You'd totally love it if Cameraon D went down on you right now!!!

b: Ugh, NO I WOULDN'T.

e: why?

b: She's repulsive, I'd be afraid that I'd lose my dick in her gigantic fucking mouth.

it made us laugh for like 10 mins. Maybe not that funny now, but I love it. Brant is awesome.

This city is racist.

Belleville is ridiculously racist as followed:
I was waiting for the bus to come home from school as per usual, it's dark, cold and there are a million people crapmed into the shelters. The bus comes, 6 minutes late, we board. I sit down close to the front where all the tards sit. People are flowing through the aisle, a cute little Japanese girl and an East Indian guy get on one after another then I hear this, their voices in disgust.

Women # 1 (wearing a red hoodie, hood up, with a green windbreaker, orange-ish brown hair popping out or her hood, carrying an LCBO bag and a fucking cooler!!!): "You'd think that this was Toronto."

Woman #2 ( Old frump, with no teeth, lips sunk in, wearing a black bucket hat, round glasses and blue ski jacket): "I know eh?"

Woman # 1 : "They're everywhere!!"

Ummmm, where are you bitches from, 1910? Jesus.

When does one person have too many clothes?

Rumour has it that girls often have way more clothes than guys. I beg to differ.
Brant and I discussed going through all of our clothes and getting rid of everything that is ripped, old and that we just don't wear, or only wear because we have to when nothing else is clean.
Here's why. We rarely do laundry because we have so many clothes, one may think that that is awesome. We can go an entire month without doing any laundry (underwear included) we have too many clothes so upon the months end, as in right now, our baskets are overflowing with nasty dirty laundry everywhere. We have a huge closet and two dressers, one large and one small still we cannot put things away so it get strewn about leaving our room a huge disaster.
So today while Brant was at work I got a head start sorting our laundry into his and hers piles and then sorting through my own stuff. I went from 2 baskets to 1. Easier than I thought. Brant is still at work but when he gets home he has work to do, he has 2 giantly overflowing baskets plus stuff in the closet to go through.
Happy sorting love.