It’s Tortilla Time

One thing I can say for my father is that he recognized my political beliefs from a young age.

When I was nine years old, my mum thoughtlessly purchased two beanie babies for my brother and I- one a donkey deemed Lefty and the other an elephant entitled Righty. My mother gave my brother the elephant and me the donkey, as the political implications were unbeknownst to us. My father looked on hesitantly and whispered maybe we should have given Tori the elephant.

This is what I had for breakfast.

I’m such a fatass.

Well, a fatass that will take pictures of anything with her new lens.

My mum’s fantastic boyfriend has already started work on my room. I’m extremely appreciative, because without him I know my room would sit in a perpetual state of limbo.

The pictures do my room no justice, but it is actually much lighter.

…when people say that they have hazel eyes when their eyes are actually brown. Saying that you have hazel eyes doesn’t make you special.

This is a picture of my eye, notice the genuine hazel colouration. Note the green and the brown.

This is a picture of Ben’s eye, notice the BROWN colouration. If your eye looks like this, it is not hazel.

I think that brown eyes look awesome, quite personally. Part of me is perpetually envious of Ben’s big, brown peepers. At least you brown eyed folks have that song ‘Brown Eyed Girl.’ What do I have? That sappy song by Kelly Clarkson?

I’m in the process of redoing my room. Below are the before shots.

Don’t allow the images to fool you, everything is in place. I have actually developed into a self-proclaimed germaphobe as of late. Surprising even to those closest to me.

I’m stoked about my new room. I loathe the vibrant yellow and sunflower theme, a theme selected by me in all my four-year-old glory. I haven’t become attached to it, quite the contrary. I’ve just been too damn lazy to paint over it.

The laziness ceases now.

For everybody that wonders what an earwig is, and wonders why I’m deathly afraid of them.

Pictured are a pair of dead ones that I discovered on my porch. Even in death they give me chills.