Hey lookie! It`s me! Topless! Yes. For some reason you`ve either been coned into a picture of me or you.. cough.. actually took the time to read something I wrote. Anyways, I am Jesse and this is my personal blog. This is my hashing of thoughts or anything that I just fail to share on a daily basis. Be forewarned, i`m heavily dyslexic and sarcastic BUT I can express myself.
First lets clear some things up.
I’m 23 and live in Calgary, Alberta, which was the host of the 1988 Olympics and by the standards of some agency, the 4th best city to live in the world! Go me!
I’m gay and in a committed relationship with the person who is my partner, best friend, and lover. He also drives me generally nuts and we live with each other. (AKA i`m off limits :p)
I’m a French Canadian hybrid. The best way to put it, is that any European race that hates each other got together and formed me. So I’m 25% each of French Canadian, welsh, German, and Jewish orgins. Easiest way to say it French Canadian mutt. My French is AWFUL but at the understandable point in which I can read it and translate it with ease.. just not say it (please don`t make me explain how it works again)
I am 6’2 (still growing), I have blue eyes (green or grey depending on the refraction of lite), a curly brown Jewish hair fro, and basically no facial hair or body hair. I have size 10 wide wide pregnant lady feet and I’m clumsy as they come. I run like the wind and I’ve been smoke free since February 1st, 2012 (after 8 years+ of smoking!)
I’m in school full time online. Current courses- Anatomy, Communication, Intro to Chem, Canadian Health Studies. I’m a human Science major, aka the practical application of any arts degree which doesn’t lead to a mcjob! My future goal is advance care critical paramedic.
I work at a receptionist in a spa. Basically I wear a tie, get fancied up, and sarcastically answer the phone all day. Horary for sarcasm!
Yes I live in Canada. It’s cold and I have free health care. Yes I can marry my boyfriend, and yes, I can smoke weed if I felt like it with basically no crazy government coming after me.
I’m not flabouty gay. I have a pure, boarding on hatered, of lady gaga. I do not like her, at all. My favourite band is blink-182 and I wear jeans and a t-shirt with shitty shoes. I’m like any straight male minus the fact that I like penis. Go penis!
No I don’t believe in religion, yes my religious parents love me, yes I have fag hags, and no, I’m not sharing naked pictures.
I suffer from PTSD (which is post traumatic stress disorder from a previous abusive relationship), I am dyslexic, an awful speller and I’m suffer from an immune disorder to top it off with.
If you haven’t noticed by now, I ramble.. and write.. and that’s my passion and this is what my blog is for. Basically, if you like stalking peoples quite boring lives, then this is the place to fulfil your stalkerish dreams. Ask if you have a question, or if your confused.
Any content here is originally posted by me unless it’s been rebloged to shit or it’s music. No I don’t use photoshop. This blog has been in it`s present form since April 2010
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I got let go from my job today..
which sucks, but understandable. I’m not that torn up, probably because i’m too tired.
Done PAPER TWOOOOO!
Well almost. My partner will edit it, proof it, then i just need to add my endnotes a do a quick format and i’m all done!!!! Meaning, i don’t have to bring my computer to work
WWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP! Sleep coming in t-minus 13 hours!! Holla!
Proofread, editied, stylised, fluffled and sent my first paper.
30% done my 2nd paper, weeeeeeee. I hate this one
One, more, paper then i can actually sleep.
Half way done my first essay BEFORE 10.30. Awesome. Just need to finish the draft, edit, add the source, calculate my BMI, and then i can send 20% of my mark away (hopefully by 11)
Only dread right now, is my second essay.. which is on an anaylsis of an article.. Which i am not looking foward to at all.
Right now, the only thing i’m looking forward to is being able to sleep 8 hours a night again. I’ve only got 14 since sunday and my body is basically living off of caffiene at the moment. So close…
20% done one assignment.. SHould be half way complete before i go to work.
Bring my laptop with me to work, email my assignment to my desk, work on it on dead periods.
I know tonight will be another 2am night… I’ve been up since 5 and i’ll be up at 4 tomorrow.
Mornings “type away untill my fingers fall off” song. Ahhhh blink.
Got that yesterday.. doesn’t help with the irrtabilty. Nexttt..
Pretending to cuddle..
Estimated hours of sleep i get tonight… 4.
Mood of irratibilty i’m in.. high.
To be honest.. this is what i think about following.
If 90% of your content is orginal, the yes, i will follow you. If you can convay a story, they yes i will follow you. If you capativate me in some way through words and show your true inner personality, then follow.
If it is just pictures and reblogged flashy gifs and instgram pictures, combined with the occasional quote from some tv show, then no.
Or if you fame whore you self out to the point that you get 10,000 posts on a instagram picture of yourself in a pair of ecentric fashion
95% of the people who follow on tumblr are amazing and i would love to meet them in person. Love reading what they post and i enjoy seeing people personals struggles and how they overcome day to day life.
And some quebiocious pop
Some good alanis in the morning.
However, 2.57. Please, tell me who does that to a pop rock song. Please, tell me.
Silly things like theses start the congentive function of the brain in the morning.. maybe.
1. Thank you
2. Thank you
3. Thank you
4. It’s quiet obvious (even though i’m vers)
5. Because he is my partner and the one who i love sadly. Been off the market for over a year and a half now.