"I don't need to write a grocery list, I'll remember what I need." Says the girl who uses a wall calendar, phone calendar & agenda, as well as physical and digital to-do lists. But sure, just raw dog that grocery list, ya muppet.
Sometimes I don't think my seasonal depression has been that bad, but then it's March, 11°C, blue skies, I don't have to wear my fucking puffy jacket, I get to drink outside, and I realise I have felt more joy now than I have in the past six months.
Sometimes I think back to my naive little 14 year old self that casually went to a Canucks game and decided to start following hockey. I would bitch slap that dumbass so hard and tell her it will be the most abusive relationship of her life.
Things my mother said to me whilst watching the BSB SNL performance:
- are these the New Kids on the Block?
- which one did you have a crush on?
- which one is Donnie Wahlburg? Is he a Trumper?
- why is that one in a cowboy hat? Is he also a member of the Backstreet Boys?
Follow up whilst watching Lauryn Hill:
Dad: Ooh Peta wouldn't like that fur coat
Mum: Why would Peppa Pig care?
And yet both will claim they don't need their hearing checked