chi

my best friend calls me an asshole. someday i will be a canadian citizen live on a rocky coastline in nova scotia, have braces, fish all day with my pit (agnes), drink all day, make my make-believe maps, write my name all over the place (over and over again), make people "paint" paintings of me, make the best bruschetta ever, piss people off that so they will throw stuff at me/make up lies about me, listen to slayer for hours, and if i make you hate me. . .even better. society prevents me from acting the way i want to