Very normal stuff.

Aahhhh, the sweet airborne Ontario embers caressing my skin like the sweet touch of an angel.

Happy Independence Day.

Thinking about Danny Briere.

You see me walking toward the Jenga table, you go the other way.

Trying to decide if I should join my neighbor’s Spotify jam and start spamming it with Dead Kennedys and Circle Jerks.

The band Yellowcard whenever someone at the World Cup is given a yellow card: