i remembered the real point of the anecdote

im not going to france this spring. im just going to rot in windsor and get another job.


but the point was that the confessional people need to stop trying to pigeon hole me. i refuse to stand by anymore and listen to pigeonholing of any sort, be it of me or of things, ideas, classes, poems, other people, political systems
books
storesshoes
horseshoes
duck shoes
marshmallows
hot chocolate, unless its tim hortons hot chocolate being pigeon holed as the root of all evil (except my evil)

or um... my i think that my focus pants must have a hole in them cause all my focus keeps spilling out. im going to go see my mum.