I am eating the stinkiest Camembert and Maasdam cheese for lunch. It’s a fucking reeking mouthparty.

In two weeks I’m going to Vancouver to visit my brother and sister. A gift from my brother. I haven’t seen my brother and his family in over 3 years. I haven’t seen my sister and her minion in over a year. I can’t wait to spoil my 2 nieces and my nephew rotten.

I still have to find someone to watch my dog while I’m gone.

Tonight I’m having a few friends over. we’re making delicious foods, drinking wine and beer… hopefully in my newly cleaned backyard, providing it doesn’t rain. I have fucking incredible friends guys. I can’t even express what they mean to me, have done for me and how they continue to encourage me, refuse to let me give up. I fucking love them.

Shit, you guys do the same too.

I’m fucking lucky. the stuff that matters… it’s there. even though my bank account is bare more often than not, my fridge is the size of a cooler and my bills are usually past due… that isn’t what matters. I just have to keep focus on that.

You have no idea how many ways I’ve envisioned spending that $11,040 my bank accidentally put in my account. I keep logging in to check… it’s still there. so. fucking. tempted. I could get my liner and shader machines and a fridge and a washer/dryer… and ALL OF THE STINKY CHEESE. I swear they did it on purpose… like a financial “nanner nanner nanner” fuck you.

I say fuck a lot.

Oh and my rent cheque didn’t bounce.

Life guys. I feel like I’m fucking living it right proper again.