I'm so tired of this fucking shit. I just don't want to put up with it anymore. no more black mud stains on my feet, no more slices to the foot soles so it hurts to walk, no more low tides for the entire day so I have to haul 15 boats through rotting decomposing i'm sure it smells like refried hell and thank god i don't have any sense of smell seaweed (it's called Ulva lettuca really it is), all day, no more just let me get the calculator so I can tell you self absorbed ignorant arrogant assholes how much it is in americain because all of our Canadian prices are in Canadian I'm sorry for such an inconvinience, no more sweating profusely from 9:15 till 6:30 because of the heat wave and finally no more "why yes, I do thank my lucky little stars that I live in this magically beautiful little rustic Island of my beloved Anne of Green Gables, no I didn't know her personally, but I'm sure my cousin did"
And now, if you've read through all of this, you deserve one of my mom's cookies, so here it is; I saw Taylor and Janelle walking down at Peaks, and they were so cute I would have stopped the boat to take a picture had the boat have been mine and had I had a camera. They made me smile, so that's your moment of zen.
Brodie this is all I have for you * that is all.