Well, my mother wins this round.

#BramptonTweetup — The Po Boys

Yup. So my mom finally got me to go out and cut my hair. *sigh* It’s such a foreign feeling. When I walked out of the barbershop this afternoon, even with my toque on, I started shivering like mad. Oh well, I’ll learn to deal with this bullshit.

I think I’ve entered another one of those periods where I’m permanently pissed off. I mean, I can’t eat right, can’t sleep right, and am getting real damn cranky in general. I think the powers that be are just smiting me by trapping me in a life where I’m not supposed to kill people. They could’ve made me an L.A. cop or an assassin or something, but nooooo…

So here’s another night where I’ll stay up doing nothing. You know what I’m going to do? Find a good website provider. Maybe design a few more sketches… that will be tossed away and then I’ll start from scratch all over again. Sweet!

I’m cold. Canada’s having some damn cold temperatures right about now. Quite annoying. Hard to get anywhere since I’m too poor to own a stupid car

My thoughts aren’t even coherent anymore. I’m out for now. Peace,

By Casey E. Palmer

Husband. Father. Storyteller. Calling the Great White North his home, Casey Palmer the Canadian Dad spend his free time in pursuit of the greatest content possible. Thousand-word blog posts? Snapshots from life? Sketches and podcasts and more—he's more than just a dad blogger; he's working to change what's expected of the parenting creators of the world. It's about so much more than just our kids. When Casey's not creating, he's busy parenting, adventuring, trying to be a good husband and making the most of his life! Casey lives in Toronto, Ontario.

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