It’s eight oh five I don’t want to be alive This job and I don’t jive It’s like working in a hive How long can I survive?

‘Fleidh agus failte’ to the lurvely . Forged in the West Coast, tempered in the snowy badlands of Toronto, his bravery was proven when he moved in with me earlier this year, to suffer as my roommate. I have exposed him to horrid visions of my Yahoo Serious hair at 6am, my drunk-in-undies-hunting-for-snacks visage at […]