God dammit, babies, you've got to be kind.

The mall at the bottom of the Grenfell Hill is pretty much deserted. There's an Eclipse in there (where even their extra larges don't fit anyone), a Tim Hortons, and a Bible Truth supply store. Sometimes I go into the Bible store, and as a result of this have read the first few chapters of Preventing Homosexuality in Children. For kicks, you understand. (Apparently I lacked male role models. Or female role models. They were a little vague on that point.)

A few weeks ago a new store opened called Mother May I. It's one of those cutesy kid's boutiques that mothers love and kids will not touch with a ten-foot pole, and ( has this sign out front. )

I damn near blew a gasket when I saw that.* What the fuck, Corner Brook? What the fuck?

My mother called me today and left a message informing me that I was "the worst puppy [she'd] ever had." I'm... not entirely sure what to make of this, but I think it's awesome.

Three songs I am currently grooving to:

Mindless Self Indulgence- Bitches
The Academy Is...- Mayonnaise
Manic Street Preachers- Love's Sweet Exile

* Please note: I have no actual idea as to what a gasket might be. I'm thinking some kind of carrying-case for pastries?