Put your "paws" up.

Gaga. is. the. shiz.

"God makes NO mistakes."

The Hills, season 1:
Lauren Conrad is offered a trip to Paris with Teen Vogue.

Dillemma:
Her boyfriends (whom she loves VERY MUCH) has asked her to stay with him in some beach house he's renting for the summer.

L.C. chooses:
PARIS -- I lie.
She chooses - as any niave fool in-love would - her dumb-ass boyfriend, of whom ends up beating the shit out of her heart.

The moral of the story:
GUYS & GALS, ALWAYS...
& I repeat...

ALWAYS, CHOOSE PARIS.

Or you'll regret it, like L.C. did.
Learn from our mistakes!

That is all.

You know what's funny...

If you look at my blog stats, you'll notice that a lot of people end up on my blog looking for jizz photo's.

Literally.

There's an area of my blog's stats where you can see if someone found your site via the use of a search engine, and the majourity of searches are jizz related!



I've seen: jizz photo's, jizz on girl, jizz face, jizz master, and thick jizz -- and those are the ones I can rememebre! Mind you, their attempts only lead them to this blog of mine (also jizz related).

http://bit.ly/cnMObs

Till next time, friends! I'll leave you to ponder the jizz phenomenon with a reel of jizz photo's I found on Google.com:

Felt this one. It was raw & simply beautiful.
At the end of the day, that vulnerability is all you can really ask for.

Sara Bareilles covering Coldplay's classic, Yellow.

Back to Bla--ogger.

I don't want to be a fulfiller to my own prophecies, but I've ditched Tumblr, momentarily.

I thought the wiser (think-before-you-type) photo-journalist in me would shine it's luminescent ego brighter than my young story-telling self, but -- to be honest -- I wasn't comfortable from the get-go.

Finding a theme that felt like me on Tumblr was harder
than slicing already sliced bread.
I mean it. Never again.

I've realized that I love my words -- I love them!
I love writing nonsense.
I love writing to an audience that doesn't exist,
BECAUSE it's MY way of controversially expressing myself.
It's MY freedom, and I can't fully express myself solely through pictures.

I'm overly-dependent on words.
In fact, I'm as to clauses, semi-colons, and commas,
as Paris Hilton is to her dog and the word: "hot."
It just is that way.

*On another note*:
My life is much better these days.
I'm getting back into philanthropic-mode. It's awesome.
And I have this guy I met the other day to thank for it.
He didn't even really do anything. All he did was tell me that he was
studying Human Rights and asked if I went on Tuesday...
Mind you, if my brain had little people living in it, they'd all be doing cart-wheel's and back-flips.

(It was the Tuesday part that got me. Who'd have thought
I'd meet ANYONE that would've gone on Tuesday.
Something like a needle in a hay-stack.)

I may be over-exaggerating, but I think that morning was the most inspirational morning of the entirety of my life. Yes, definitely over-dramatic, but you get the picture.

If I never get to thank you in person, Mystery-Man-kind-of, I'll do it here.

Thanks.

When Craig Kielburger and I get married, you're more than welcomed to sit at table 2.

I have a tublr -- yes, a tublr.

I see myself going back and forth from blogger to tublr.
Kind of like a child of divorce.

http://ireadwhatilackinlife.tumblr.com/

Oh, Divine Parental Unit:

THANK YOU (in advance -- I'm almost done) for graciously blessing me with enough PATIENCE to post all these photo's on Facebox.

Now, off to blog a month's worth of my life :)

...tomorrow.

Dogs that Talk

Went over to my friends house yesterday and they showed me this video.
This KILLED me.

Since this is a laughing challenge, I can tell you that I failed in the first half-second. No lies.

Try and see how long you last! Seriously, try it!

At the 23-second mark, the dog says, "gaga-booboo..."
KILLED me.

Yesterday

I turned to you, eyes widened with shock...
I got out of the car...
I watched you put my gift on the ground...

And I watched you drive away...


That's what happened.

Picture with Santa 2010

I am DETERMINED to take a picture with Santa this year.

I was inspired by a friend of mine, of whom
recently took a picture with Ol' St. Nick at Yorkdale Mall.

Santa: "And what would you like for Christmas, Kemeny?"
Me: "Uh...World peace -- via my marriage to Craig Kielburger.
*Big Smile* *Thumbs Up*

And when I DO take that picture, I'll post it right here, so we can all laugh (wait for it)...

together.

Warwick Ave

When you see me, ask me to sing this to you:

Pinnacle Periods.

Sitting here;
Drinking a beer;
Trying to figure out whether I care or not.