I know you’re dying for more photos from my craptastical Instagram account, and I shall not disappoint you, my lovelies!

I love sneakers. They’re practically the only things I ever wear on my feet.

This daddy long legs was on my bedroom wall. Spying on me, it was.

I like spiders, actually because they eat critters that I don’t like.

This chai tea didn’t really taste like pumpkins at all.

This is my dead grandparent’s attic. The ladder leading to it is right next to the stairs, so your likelihood of killing yourself entering or exiting the attic is high.

This is the weird closet in my dead grandparent’s basement. It had some sort of weird nest in the corner.

These are the stairs in my dead grandparent’s house. The handrail looks like some sort of animals clawed it up.

This is my dead grandfather’s worktable. He used to do framing for art.

This looks like a Pandora charm bracelet… But it’s not.

Why, yes, I did need two brownies.

I need to stop buying garbage cuts of meat.

Yum! Nothing like the Sobey’s store brand sweets.

Day one of eating chocolate…

Day two of eating chocolate…

Day three of eating chocolate…

Day four of eating chocolate…

Day five of eating chocolates and then there were no more chocolates to be had, but, like, they were only little chocolates, so I’m not a pig or nothing. *shifty eyes*

I got a letter in the mail soliciting donation for The Nova Scotia How For Colored Children. Who uses the term “colored” anymore? Why the Hell would they I’d give money to them? Apparently, a bunch of children were abused there, so, really, the balls on these people daring to ask for money.

All these vegetables were for a slow cooker recipe. I forget what meat they were cooked with.

Two of those things are Christmas crackers. I hear that they don’t have crackers in the United States for their holidays? That seems sad.
Done with this post, but there’s still so much more. SO MUCH MORE!