Ships Have Names

Mine needs colouring. Soon. Maybe.

The Idiot Adventures of Merk and Tum

This is a photos post.

Mister Stephanie paid a visit to Mister Alan last night. We assumed alter-alter egos, Merk Heppish and Tum DiLung.
Because we're kind of giant idiots and it's funny. A lot. Anyway.


This is my mullet.


This is Tum being kawaii and Merk thinking he's clever.


We like each other lots.


Kind of idiots.


Massive dingbats.


Misters Stephanie and Alan are attractive humans with attractive expressions. But not really.


This is our band, HPC.


I... don't have words for this one.


I think it was our faces in a prior picture...


This is what we do.

Let Us Take Some Time To Complain, Shall We?

Yes. I think I will.

I'm not allowed to exercise until the second of December.
That means no bike rides. No "power walking" either.
Not that I actually do that, I don't, but it was specified.

I wonder if yoga counts as exercise. I feel like I'm just stuck in bed listening to Angels and Airwaves songs.
Not that this isn't good. I like AVA.
The lyrics are brilliant. Music... it's like experimental space rock / stadium rock. I feel like if I was on some sort of hallucinogenic drug, it would be one of the most amazing experiences of my life to just sit and listen to their music. But like. I don't do drugs because I'm much too terrified of being at all out of control of myself. So I don't see that happening. Anyway, musically it's okay.
But seriously, the lyrics.
If I listen close enough, I cry.

All I want is to exercise. I have a new body. I probably could actually exercise without feeling like I'm going to die. But of course I'm not allowed. And how shit is that?
If I'm out of shape from lazing around for an entire month, how am I supposed to be able to surf?

Anyway. I have all these cool bruises. It's a lot more bruised than this picture would let on. You can't see how bright yellow my skin is between the purple and blue bits. I love bruises, I'm so excited about this.

32 Days.

Why is my life eternally count-downs to things? Glord.

Anyway. That's happening.
GA Floor ticket to see blink.
File this under reasons I like breathing.
A lot. Being alive is so cool right now.
I like my life. Everything makes me happy.
Except for coffee. Espresso makes me super unhappy.
It's delicious, but ohmygod all the caffeine. It kills me.

I spent all last night in bed alone making sad cat noises. I must be the most annoying person ever.

I'm only going to be in Toronto for 12 more days. I have to do Toronto-y things, I guess.
Like go eat at Hot Beans. I think I'll do that today. Go get a burrito the size of my head.
How ironic that I should be eating burritos here.

Anyway. My new body and I are going to go thrifting and go get a burrito from Hot Beans.

Maybe next month I'll write about the fries I get from In N Out. <3

This is my new blink shirt. I bought it before my surgery and refused to wear it until after.
Now I refuse to take it off. Me gusta.

C Average

C's are not a good grade in school.
But they're a really nice boobs size to be.
My clothes fit now and it makes me the happiest ever.