uhhhhhh….
ok i’m not a scholar or anything but does this quote not contradict the previous thing? i thought you were giving a seminar on how to NOT be eternal and continuously reincarnating. fucking annex. it’s tonite too.
this is what you are saying to the world when you wear this hat HI I’M A SPOILED LITTLE BABY AND I INTEND TO BE ONE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE DAD BUY ME A HOT DOG RIGHT NOW!
we had a great view of all the skeezy perverts getting these teenager cheerleader’s autographs on their toronto SUN newspaper group photo. i also enjoyed watching the dumpy one of the group totally tranquilize her way through all the dances and cheers, nothing to do with being dumpy? or everything to do with being dumpy? who knows. pitt got fucked over by a scalper who told him he had platinum tickets, well he did to be fair, but one only, so we sat wherever we wanted, no one came by to move us or even look at our tickets.
haha newmarket. fil pointed out that this person thought they were getting a personalized license plate that boasts SWEEEEEEEEEEEET! but really it means SWEEEEEEEAT like the armpits of every guy from hamilton inside that arena yesterday.
then i got this salad for free at the pour house and a round of drinks for us as well cos i called everyone at the bar a straight up alcy and the bartender went roid rage on me – they were all slaggin’ amy winehouse big time and pitt was out smoking, fil in the head and i’m sitting across the way getting fumed at all their barstool prophet insults like how she’s a crackhead whore and a fake jazz singer (fake? um try is a real jazz singer you fucks) and won 5 grammies and other stupid garbage so i think ok i have to say something to these barflies and put them in their place otherwise i am going to silently fume about this for the rest of the nite so i wait for a window of silence and exclaim YOU DON’T LIKE HER BECAUSE SHE REPRESENTS WHAT YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELVES – STRAIGHT UP ALCY then i gesture to my whiskey and them and then the rest of the pub and then the bartender says i am looking into it way too much. then starts barking at me, one of the customers was half cracking a smile at me like finally something clever but the bartender felt like his intelligence was challenged and kept firing it back up again and put his hand in my face and my face got all flushed, like, don’t talk shit about an addict when you are at a pub on a sunday nite by yourself, tell me, how come these guys are allowed to slag her and i am not allowed to chime in? oh it’s cos i’m FUCKING RIGHT and the ‘tender says to me obviously you like her and i say actually i don’t! he says well we are talking abut someone we don’t even know i said so what she is still a human being and you are all being extremely disrespectful and i’m just telling you what i think and i didn’t say it in a cruel way at all this didn’t turn nasty until YOU made it nasty. anyway our waiter picked up on all of this and sent the manager over, fil walked in on half of it and was like why is he talking to you like that? bartenders are supposed to be impartial when it comes to this shit. ungh there is lots more but honestly i don’t care, i’m glad i said what i said and i did not exclude myself from the whole alcy label either. they treated me like some feminist from the 80s who tattles on you for pinching their bum by the water cooler.
the pour house is now officially boycotted.
it started because the rehab song was on and in the brief period of silence between the ‘tender trying to fight with me again (after he put his hand up to silence me and barked IT’S OVER IT’S DONE! when i was explaining myself) the part in the song when she goes iii don’t eeevar wanna drink again played and i chuckled to myself and the he demands to know about her albums because apparently i’m her number 1 super fan now i’m all i don’t know and that’s not even the point. fuck it was so awkward. i basically got bullied cos i was sitting alone but once pitt and fil turned up they all shut up and moved to the other end of the bar to talk shit about me.
i am never talking to or acknowledging strangers ever fucking again in this fucking city.
and stop giving me “advice” on dieting and carbs and all that already, you guys seem to think i’m a helpless idiot or something, i’ve lost 4lbs, i’ve done this before so NO MORE ADVICE THANK YOU.
oh i called the spinach hot line and i have to bring loblaws the wood and the packaging and my receipt and i will get my 1.19 back and then whenever their little quality control investigation is wrapped i’ll get some coupons.
