oh noes wasaga beach burned down!





matching wallets party.

i can’t direct-link to the post i want you to read so scroll down to poignant penstrokes nov. 27 2007 on radmad‘s blog.

“this is my favourite excerpt:

and maybe that is why i like talking to you
i get the sense that you share a bit of my healthy discontent
with the ordinary worlds in which we find ourselves

it is the attitude that nothing is ever just right
we can get close – so close -
but there is forever an unfinished project ahead

and this is why it is so important
to be as optimistic and energetic as we are
there is alot of progress to be made

then read the comment sj left:

You damn bloggers never see the big picture.

Nothing is right?

Miscontent.

What is right?

Why must there be something to be content about?

Can’t you crazy people be content just being?

Or are all of you manic control freaks??

Very confusing lot!
sj | 11.29.07 – 12:31 am | #

oh and then i morphed back into my smaller original state.

oh noes wasaga beach burned down!





matching wallets party.

i can’t direct-link to the post i want you to read so scroll down to poignant penstrokes nov. 27 2007 on radmad‘s blog.

“this is my favourite excerpt:

and maybe that is why i like talking to you
i get the sense that you share a bit of my healthy discontent
with the ordinary worlds in which we find ourselves

it is the attitude that nothing is ever just right
we can get close – so close -
but there is forever an unfinished project ahead

and this is why it is so important
to be as optimistic and energetic as we are
there is alot of progress to be made

then read the comment sj left:

You damn bloggers never see the big picture.

Nothing is right?

Miscontent.

What is right?

Why must there be something to be content about?

Can’t you crazy people be content just being?

Or are all of you manic control freaks??

Very confusing lot!
sj | 11.29.07 – 12:31 am | #

oh and then i morphed back into my smaller original state.

hit it so hard my hair went curly.

sideboob look out lohan!

this is my impression of how i select merchandise at leon’s.

i am a levitating grasshopper how do i have a boyfriend?


here is my future prediction, you will be wasted and you will bump into someone you know and then you will eat something and then go to the bathroom and you will be five dollars poorer. ps. rad tights.

gill gets red-eye in all pictures cos she has stupid huge pretty blue eyes oh and the psychic she saw told her this (more or less), oh really and water is wet you say? nice try.







that’s brit, we are like besties now, well at least we were last nite i hope my magic hasn’t worn off her yet.



sorry i was looking for the BABESROOM it’s here? nevermind found it.


hey liam cirque du soleil called they said keep it!

such nice hair who is that retard beside her?

i swear brad is utterly incapable of having both eyes open simultaneously, that’s like not knowing how to breathe.

this thing is more and more like a potato sack everyday we might have a new item on raymistore soon.

what the hell what? it’s NOT wet it’s the crotch seam shut up!

for some reason we were rippin’er for a little while in this crappy little corner beside this boring office door.

jesus!


back tattoo is jenny, she stood me up once when i was 19, we bumped into each other at the bar and she couldn’t escape me, it was beautifully awkward and i got fully denied a free martini in front of her by the bitchy bar wench, perfect.


hahaha look how glazed over my eyes are. that’s tiffany she is like, obsessed with me and i kept bragging to fil how much she likes me, no, REALLY likes me, she REEEEALLY likes me he’s like please shut up.


marcella on the left was pretty blasted by the end of the evening and our conversation was like this ASRGRDHEPOJG*&^kbKV;OVGDVDFLVDHOI no you are hot no you’re hot no YOU you YOU!


i know sign language.

tiffany told me these were her brothers, her family, and i’m like oh ok so you are all adopted then? ahahahaha. i’m glad they didn’t hear anything of what i was saying. they all work together, hi guys!

i stuffed that pillow into gill’s purse.


now i want a candy cane.



uh oh no shoes i know what that means…



not to be a lesbian or anything but i kind of want to… oh nevermind.



yes we are dancing to home for a rest go canada! speaking of canada, yay!

on my lunchbreak from the paper mill i am yes.

fuck you peter pan i GOT THIS!

uh oh caught mid-dance move.

dudes please, i’m riverdancing in a blue strobelight do you mind?

hit it so hard my hair went curly.

sideboob look out lohan!

this is my impression of how i select merchandise at leon’s.

i am a levitating grasshopper how do i have a boyfriend?


here is my future prediction, you will be wasted and you will bump into someone you know and then you will eat something and then go to the bathroom and you will be five dollars poorer. ps. rad tights.

gill gets red-eye in all pictures cos she has stupid huge pretty blue eyes oh and the psychic she saw told her this (more or less), oh really and water is wet you say? nice try.







that’s brit, we are like besties now, well at least we were last nite i hope my magic hasn’t worn off her yet.



sorry i was looking for the BABESROOM it’s here? nevermind found it.


hey liam cirque du soleil called they said keep it!

such nice hair who is that retard beside her?

i swear brad is utterly incapable of having both eyes open simultaneously, that’s like not knowing how to breathe.

this thing is more and more like a potato sack everyday we might have a new item on raymistore soon.

what the hell what? it’s NOT wet it’s the crotch seam shut up!

for some reason we were rippin’er for a little while in this crappy little corner beside this boring office door.

jesus!


back tattoo is jenny, she stood me up once when i was 19, we bumped into each other at the bar and she couldn’t escape me, it was beautifully awkward and i got fully denied a free martini in front of her by the bitchy bar wench, perfect.


hahaha look how glazed over my eyes are. that’s tiffany she is like, obsessed with me and i kept bragging to fil how much she likes me, no, REALLY likes me, she REEEEALLY likes me he’s like please shut up.


marcella on the left was pretty blasted by the end of the evening and our conversation was like this ASRGRDHEPOJG*&^kbKV;OVGDVDFLVDHOI no you are hot no you’re hot no YOU you YOU!


i know sign language.

tiffany told me these were her brothers, her family, and i’m like oh ok so you are all adopted then? ahahahaha. i’m glad they didn’t hear anything of what i was saying. they all work together, hi guys!

i stuffed that pillow into gill’s purse.


now i want a candy cane.



uh oh no shoes i know what that means…



not to be a lesbian or anything but i kind of want to… oh nevermind.



yes we are dancing to home for a rest go canada! speaking of canada, yay!

on my lunchbreak from the paper mill i am yes.

fuck you peter pan i GOT THIS!

uh oh caught mid-dance move.

dudes please, i’m riverdancing in a blue strobelight do you mind?

karaoke pierre is on my facebook now creating masterpieces such as this.

they are testing the fire alarm right now and it is destroying my already destroyed from last nite brain. here is some holiday party drink tickets advice, seems like an awesome idea to use all of them, but it isn’t, but you are going to do it anyway, try not to?

i danced on (with?) a stripper pole at the NOW magazine party and i fell and scraped my shin and knee and made it look like i meant to do it and knelt down to talk to wendi, i hope whatever photo guy they hired for the nite annihiliates every single picture he took of me. someone stole my beer when i was up there, so i stole someone else’s merry christmas.

fil ruined oysters for me too, i could’ve gone my entire life happily unawares of those buggers being alive when you eat them. THANKS FIL!

we just had a shower together and fought the entire time because he was criticising my techniques like fuck off then ok pal! i was narrating everything i was doing as i was doing it “…and then while the conditioner is on my hair i take my fingers and swipe off all my mascara… and then i put soap on my hand and put my hand in my ass crack… and then i don’t wash my feet anymore, i’m over it…” you should try having a hangover shower party it’s like, not at all fun.

before that a fire alarm dude came in and i was all delerious and the room was moving and he noticed we don’t have a battery in our smoke detector i said yeah we have it somewhere and he said i had to show it to him and i knew we threw it out because it became warped from hanging out in the bathroom (steam) too long so i walked around pretending to find this battery we don’t have and i said oh i guess we must’ve lost it he said he would have to write us up i go what does that mean a ticket? like the police (didn’t say that but implied it by saying ticket) and he laughed at me and i closed the door feeling like the biggest tool ever like the time i asked the paramedics if they ever shot anyone before and they’re like uh we save lives, oh right, then why do you wear SWAT team suits?

true story.

oh yeah remind me to go on a rant about jian ghomeshi later, dude like, hates me, sorry zero sense of humour!

+++

this is from my hag fag henry

Happy Holidays

You loverly lady! Here‘s a deal for you I made me-self.

Merry Xmas from ME and my FIL

karaoke pierre is on my facebook now creating masterpieces such as this.

they are testing the fire alarm right now and it is destroying my already destroyed from last nite brain. here is some holiday party drink tickets advice, seems like an awesome idea to use all of them, but it isn’t, but you are going to do it anyway, try not to?

i danced on (with?) a stripper pole at the NOW magazine party and i fell and scraped my shin and knee and made it look like i meant to do it and knelt down to talk to wendi, i hope whatever photo guy they hired for the nite annihiliates every single picture he took of me. someone stole my beer when i was up there, so i stole someone else’s merry christmas.

fil ruined oysters for me too, i could’ve gone my entire life happily unawares of those buggers being alive when you eat them. THANKS FIL!

we just had a shower together and fought the entire time because he was criticising my techniques like fuck off then ok pal! i was narrating everything i was doing as i was doing it “…and then while the conditioner is on my hair i take my fingers and swipe off all my mascara… and then i put soap on my hand and put my hand in my ass crack… and then i don’t wash my feet anymore, i’m over it…” you should try having a hangover shower party it’s like, not at all fun.

before that a fire alarm dude came in and i was all delerious and the room was moving and he noticed we don’t have a battery in our smoke detector i said yeah we have it somewhere and he said i had to show it to him and i knew we threw it out because it became warped from hanging out in the bathroom (steam) too long so i walked around pretending to find this battery we don’t have and i said oh i guess we must’ve lost it he said he would have to write us up i go what does that mean a ticket? like the police (didn’t say that but implied it by saying ticket) and he laughed at me and i closed the door feeling like the biggest tool ever like the time i asked the paramedics if they ever shot anyone before and they’re like uh we save lives, oh right, then why do you wear SWAT team suits?

true story.

oh yeah remind me to go on a rant about jian ghomeshi later, dude like, hates me, sorry zero sense of humour!

+++

this is from my hag fag henry

Happy Holidays

You loverly lady! Here‘s a deal for you I made me-self.

Merry Xmas from ME and my FIL