What the hell, Planned Parenthood? I never gave you my address, but you’re sending fundraising stuff to me AT MY PARENTS’ HOUSE?
It’s not that I don’t support your mission, but WHAT THE HELL STOP THIS PLEASE. I have a hard enough time dealing with my family’s regressive views without you sending letters addressed to me to their house.
I don’t even live here most of the time. If you want to reach me you should post to Canada, which, tbh, doesn’t really make sense for your organization to do probably.
And I DON’T EVEN HAVE ANY MONEY TO GIVE YOU, SORRY, MY MONEY’S ALL GOING TO PAY OFF MY STUDENT LOAN INTEREST EVERY MONTH.
That awkward uncertainty when someone who was once a big part of your life isn’t any more, and you no longer know where they are, or even who they are really, so you aren’t sure if you should message them on Fb to tell them that you dreamed about meeting them while wading in a river in Italy before trying to convince them to walk back home with you so you could show them around the city you live in.
Next time you’ll stay with friends? :D?
Maybe! To be honest, though, this might be my last long stay here; if all goes well, my PR application will be approved in May, and then I won’t have to keep leaving Canada every six months. (And I’ll be able to have a job and go back to school!) Even this visit was only supposed to be for a week, initially, for my sanity’s sake.
It’s okay, though, the master plan involves slowly luring y’all out to the West Coast for ease of visiting <3
Ugh I never want to be at my parents’ house for more than a few days ever again. I am making a promise to myself that this is THE LAST TIME I’m staying more than a week.
My sister did the grocery shopping for Thanksgiving this year. She bought one package of crescent rolls. One.
Because she’s on a diet.