A Series of Circles & Tubes


Its been a goodish week. It’s been a long time since I’ve cooked every night, so thats been nice to get back into doing. I’ve eaten 6 chocolate bars. Having lots of weird dreams about losing my teeth in various ways. CB tried to teach me how to make his 1950’s space ship sound he usually reserves for freaking out dogs.. didnt go well, but I laughed so much I nearly pissed my pants and went running down the hall with them around my ankles to try to beat it to the punch. Made it, by the way. OH! I watched the cinematic masterpiece that is the first Leprechaun movie. And Crocodile Dundee 2. Imagined some sweet fanfiction where Crocodile Dundee and Indiana Jones are Best Friends and have wild adventures. Havent had much social interaction…

Ive spent a total of about 8 minutes outside, but those 8 minutes were spent straight up sprinting to get somewhere warm so ya know.. exercise. I’m all about the health and fitness, and pizza. With garlic mayonnaise dipping sauce. And have tried my hand at taking pensive photographs to express the desolation inside me. Or dehydration… I’m very dry.. itchy..

This is the only one that turned out:


Are ya feeling me? That’s it. Thats what I did… a picture of a wall… might not be much going on here.


CB found this giant roadworks sign under our couch cushions. Extra butt support? Anyway.. because I have an enviable sense of style and decor (and it was uncomfortable in the couch), it’s now just learned up against the wall in the living room. Every time I notice it I laugh. Newfies have no idea what lions look like. That was printed by the government.

Oh hey check this out!


We got the biggest balogne! Its fancy because its French and comes in a fucking bag. With a little creativity and thread, I’m going to be rocking the longest, weirdest smelling tube purse ever soon!


This is our unborn pizza baby. Onions, pepperoni, and olives. THE STANDARD.  Due to my all encompassing boredom I have spent a lot of my time this week milling around the only grocery store, picking up every item, inspecting it, and putting it back. Unless the item was pop, chips, giant comedy balogne, chocolate mint ice cream bars, cookie dough dairy milk bars, and cheese.. then it went in the cart. CB just frowned and frowned when he saw our “groceries.” When I came to the wall of frozen pizzas, I stared at them for a long time. Then I remembered I can cook things and just bought some cheese and pepperoni. Et voila, une pizza delicieuz pour ma bouche, tout alors, sil vois plait… Les grenouilles mangez le croustilles!!


And the traditional pizza side.. garlicy ceasar salad. mMmMmMm.. its kind of like a vegetable. While the pizza cooked, I took a moment to take in the view..


Breathtaking. Yeah Im not shovelling that…

Yesterday CB was working at the Cafe for pizza night with two of our most favourite people on the island. They MURDERED pizza night. They just killed it. It was really fun. They sold out of pizza! And I actually did a bit of homework while I was there. And I finally got to read two of my brothers latest scripts, which was great. Yeah I was totally that asshole reading scripts on their macbook at the cafe. *Cool dude* Mostly I chatted on skype with my mom and harassed my sister, while gingerly nibbling the biggest slice of carrot cake that was every sliced. Annnd because Im sleeping with the Chef de Pizza, I got all the burnt slices! YAYYY!

Now back to my pizza. TADA!




(CB says saying 5000 isnt a thing but I think it is… right? It is..)

ALSO he says thats so uncool but he is SERIOUSLY FOR REAL RIGHT NOW reading about a motorcycle jacket that is called the..


Its being modelled by a guy with a pushbroom moustache and a lady with a perm, standing in front of a 1994 Nissan. Yeah. And I’M the uncool one.



Author: Kara Lalalala

I write this blog for my family cause I am terrible at letters & emails.

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