an existentialist kid trapped in an adult's body
I was born here, in Canada. And I strongly identify as Canadian first, all else second. But I was raised in the most ethnic of ways. No really, I did not grow up white. For example, I was in ESL until Grade 4. Did I mention I was born here?
In animals it is easy to see how being 'nice' can leave you worse off than your fellow creatures. If you've ever seen a mother dog, cat or pig feeding its babies from its tits, you'll see that sometimes not all the kids fit. I have no clue how many tits they come with, 5 maybe? But when there's more offspring than nipples, there's often a runt in the litter.
I like being a potty mouth. An indulgent tendency that increases exponentially in relation to my boozing. Nevertheless, even in my most ladylike state (a laughable attempt at best), I still love dropping a few F bombs to spice up the words coming out of my mouth. When precisely did my passion for dirty words... Continue Reading →
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