Correct me if I’m wrong… but…
More or less, by men, for men, to look good for women—while stuntin’ on other men. But only to be truly appreciated by other men.
Seems a little gay. But I still fucks with it.
‘Cause yo… as if most girls are really going to notice if your monks are single or double strapped….
Our penny’s cost of production is more than its worth.
New quarters. New loonies/ys & toonies/ys. New bills.
P.S. The city’s parking meters don’t accept any of the new coins. They aren’t worth any credit, nor do they get refunded. The municipal government says it’s too expensive to “re-do” every meter. Oh, Canada.
I started drawing on my wall recently. The intention of doing so was to motivate myself to finally paint my room—a task I’ve set out on completing for years. I thought perhaps if I dog up my wall a little, it’d give me that little umph needed.
Nope.
I’ve started doodling and I’m really enjoying it now.
Fuck me.
I don’t even know what colour to paint it anymore….