Lately I find myself fantasizing about the moment when I move somewhere else and can finally unfollow all my local boring-as-fuck mainstream “events around town” twitter accounts. I’m really going to enjoy that.
(Source: Flickr / herschell)
“we dont need the cup, we just need to clean up”
This has been a shit few days and I’m now in a deep existential crisis about what I’m doing here and why I’ve wasted my fucking (I mean that both lit and fig) years in this piece of shit backwards ass town that had me hiding in a bar basement on a night I should have been able to just walk home dodging a few harmless piles of puke.
I think my birthday gift to myself is going to be going somewhere else.
Angry Canuck is angry. Download the transparent png and decide what he’s going to smash next.
Tag your creation #angrycanuck so we can see what you come up with!
Hey, thanks guys! It’s awesome that you want to help us remember the most shameful and embarrassing day in our city’s history WITH YOUR LITTLE MEME JOKES!
Thanks! HOPE IT MAKES YOUR DAY GO BY MORE ENJOYABLY!.
Because you know, we only exist to serve your internet comedy needs.
That was one of the worst nights of my life as a Vancouverite. I’m so ashamed of how those douchebags disrespected our team, their season and our beautiful city. Heartbreaking.
I don’t think I can live here anymore.
Beach glass instead of pebbles in my water feature? Don’t mind if I motherfucking do.
(To clarify, the only water features around here at the moment are the indoor plumbing and the steady accumulation of rain on the windows and patio, but one can dream, can’t one?)
ha ha i kid - http://bnter.com/convo/14858
If my woefully underemployed ass had any brains in it (it doesn’t - they’re all up front), I’d just follow FEK around and wave shinier jobs in front of him so I could pick at his leftovers.
I WISH.
(Miss u, Stanton Street!)
The entire internet is tiresomely licking its iPad2 balls.
I’m really glad I have that Valium someone gave me the other night.
Woke up to find that because it’s a new month, all of the precious talk time minutes I had from Christmas are now gone from my incredibly shitty phone. I have no means to replace them at this juncture, and now no one has any means of calling me. You know, for like, jobs and stuff. Which I am increasingly hopeless at getting.
Can a bad start make a good day? Doubtful, but I’m still willing to be surprised. I guess I never learn.
Broke, single and apparently still vaguely fabulous (according to at least a few nice Hezbians)…
Just repping my brand, you guys.