MAY 2007 ARCHIVES TIME YA BRATS!
may already (tomorrow duh!), yay for may!
i got clipped in the back by a door at union waiting for the train
i will never assume because i am a famous blogger, that people want my junk just cos it came into contact with me, again.
aw pitt, i believe he’s doing this again this year give him some monies!
the red mumu shirt i speak of i eventually threw in the garbage.
we drove to orillia yesterday and had beers on a patio, then we had beef jerky and doritos for dinner and went to the pbj show, it was pretty good, i thought they were drunk maybe.
i think i started to draw the world then got bored and had some ruffles and gingerale. you know, waspy snack attack.
my battery was dying so no these are not drunk fuck-up shots, arty pretentious or anything like that, i am not that cool.
speaking of munchies, queen’s park is still trashed from the little weed rally this past weekend
holy pre-menstrual mental illness.
me: yeah my caring window just closed
nxne nerd gathering one year anniversary of meeting wendi!
as we were leaving the steamwhistle this chick goes to wendi where are you going wendi says to the kooks the girl goes, the gooks? then we, pitt especially, explode in laughter that lasted five minutes. (i look a little mangled in these pics)
dirtbags are winning, again.
i kept thinking i am in any fucking mel gibson movie where he is too badass to go to a doctor.
happy mother’s day mom!
doubt it, dicks who are dicks spend years refining themselves.
remember when i dreamed about pepsi and then i bought some? of course you do cos you think about me all the time.
you are going to love this HARD then hate me then LOVE me then gain four pounds.
anyway, i wish i could be one of those people who shuts up cos then i would have this massive entourage waiting for that special moment when i open my mouth and all passively say hey, and everyone nods furiously in agreement that they GET IT.
you chose to be a lazy bitch and now you are on my blog and next time i will take your picture.
was that like reading indiana jones?
note to self, stop sharing thoughts.
yeah people get mental when i show up and defend myself in their shit slinging forum
i DID feel like i was being watched that nite tho
and normally i chalk it up to being self involved and crazy and fil never believes me when i say people are staring at me
then he waddled over to his neighbours to most likely describe how beautiful and mysterious i am.
some fucking loser got my wiki entry taken down jeez get a life maybe?
he was mad loaded.
five minutes after i wrote that post i punched him in the head.
fil had the tiniest most pretentious lamb burger ever.
hangover bed party of one: no internet
i told em charge me i don’t care, but they didn’t want to, they would prefer to give me attitude about NOT charging me instead of charging me.
ok when i said go through that box of junk what i really meant was masturbate and and watch tv.
chicks do this to fil in front of me all the time, they are all going to die.
dear last nite YOU WERE MENTAL!
merkley???: what are you tlaking baotu?
oh fuck good thing i feel slightly hung cos there are a trillion kids screaming their fucking heads off in the park right now
elizabeth’s backyard is like narnia, wtf lamp post?
sigh i want to go away!
these geniuses get in a limo from the victory. THE VICTORY. A LIMO.
at this point i will mention that i have the brutalist fucking beer goggles in all of the lands i REALLY thought he looked like joaquin phoenix and i still do
first time started getting food sensitivities.
your favorite lez
dad had this, insert diarrhea jokes please.
if you haven’t eaten yet, you might want to piss off
and now my food poisoning transcript
i really liked steve and i think he liked me too even though i told him he looked like the pervert asshole from dawn of the dead, COMPLIMENT DUDE!
ok maybe some of you are jonesing for my little bitchy this is what happened and these are all my insane perspectives on it anecdotes
videos if you care.