fault and fracture

woke up, mom told me not to be late, got up, took a shower, ate breakfast, brushed my teeth, and wasn't too late for 11:00 mass (ololololololololololololololololololol dino if you're reading this, then olololololololololololololololololololololol. LMAO that was fuckin hilarious but we are such assholes).

after church, our family headed over to BR for some fantastic lunch. it was funny though, and i quote myself, "i walked in and LOLOLOLd because of the massive influx of teenage asian girls". regardless, AMAZING bubble tea and pretty good lunch too. for extremely reasonable prices. (Y). oh i think they like me; azns stared me down.

afterwards, we dropped by home quickly to get the $$$, then we went on a one-hour venture to Brantford, Ontario (the hometown of Lil' Wayne Gretzky [if any of you care, because i certainly don't]). it was certainly a beautiful day; walking clouds and deep red skies, flags fluttering and the sun shining. we travelled furthermore to a quiet, rural-esque neighbourhood upon arrival into the town. at the doorstep of this one house, we had seen clients inside.

and then we heard a loud shriek.

panic, terror, and fear had rushed through our hearts and minds. how unexpected, we had all thought. a short glance at the house window, and a streak of blood had splattered across. the anxiety, the trepidation had built up inside of us, giving us a sense of directionlessness. the mental walls were caving in on us. nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. death is imminent. the murderer stepped outside of the house, giving each one of us a death-like stare. and she held the axe, with a steady firmness. she had come towards us, while we could do nothing, standing there, cold and still. the killer had slowly and shakily taken off her mask, revealing a sanguine, gruesome face. blood dripping everywhere, she inquired...

"so you were looking to buy the yorkie-poos?"

and grinned.
i just tricked you into thinking she sinned,
so i winned.
my raps blow you away like gone with the wind
went inside, saw the animal, we all melted.
and so, our hearts we smelted
back together, love forever.

we drove home with the cutest 8-week old yorkie-poo ever, Chewie.

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you're all invited to come over tomorrow. Chewie party lol. oh yeah, just in case you don't know how to get to my house, this is the right way to get there. regardless of where you live. i don't give a fuck.