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i am addicted to working out again. thank FUCK.

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pre-work out meal. the grocery store down in manulife was closed (my gym is in the hood where i used to live) cos they’re renovating or putting in a loblaws so rich people don’t have to ghetto shop at whatever it used to be so i had to eat at the starbucks in indigo. i had so many funny little thoughts about people in bookstores then i told myself to just shut up. proud i stopped self from blowing money at h&m and also for finally meeting up with ryan for a sweet check. money money money smiley face. ok here is what i thought about people in bookstores from behind my shitty red fakebans and greasy hair, i looked at all these couples (jealously) who looked bored out of their minds and trapped (fat)(normies) and it was clear that to go to indigo was their “day” their “thing” so they rush around to make it happen then ignore each other for hours walking about in search of their next read that they will then ignore each other even more so by later on throughout the week until next weekend to do it again. fun life? kinda felt like watching cattle, like edward norton on the plane in fight club or douglas coupland in every single douglas coupland book. chain bookstores are the mcdonald’s’ of settling. what are we going to do tonite hon?

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this plus weed equals 1000000 reps and spinal injury.

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i have nothing to say about this.

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fuzzy patio queen. i love tourist cheeseball town and i love that they rubberneck and i love that attention, if you’re lonely go to queen/john area and pick up.

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new cameo from ardene.

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this is from last week i love how trish snook it up on fb and didn’t tag me haha. i went there last nite in the same sweater and said um i wore this sweater last time right? stew laughed yes. i thought i was being unique turns out i’m just a lazy slob. gimme a break i just got off work.

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stew is soooo hot!

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had the largest wakame salad afterward then sashimi platter, passed on the sake (15 bucks for a small are you insane with greed!? must be cos they’re right across from king eddy).

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lent casie the tank, ride safe babe! we got a loft in blue mountain for wakestock this weekend. floored. have a bathingsuit fitting tonite, not floored for how not beach-prepped my body is, not to mention pms bloat guh. does zeugari make tents? i will also be wandering around in hair extensions too, so rock of love hahaha. my long weekend blew, i cried myself to sleep practically every nite so be happy for me for once.

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saw inception the other nite with craig. he is the worst movie date ever, talks through the whole movie, takes eleven pisses, then i felt mean for shushing him a lot but whatever man you can’t talk through that kinda film! he also pointed out how young all the actors were, um dude that one guy from third rock from the sun is older than me, at least 30? ps. who cares! we had fun at jack astors though, well i did. i have fun anywhere, really.

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shanghai lettuce wraps.

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i have a photo standing in this exact spot and im ten pounds heavier at least. it was after samir’s film short viewing had a party at brassai. that girl in the mirror was staring at me cutely on astor’s patio and i feel specifically came in to chat me up, which she did and cos i have the game of a gnat, your hero blew it. she said she liked the colour of my hair.

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had lunch at terroni with elitist whiner. my hair was retarded yesterday. i love terroni’s patio why haven’t i been back there before? i think the place intimidates me. you can count on me loner-dining there many times in the future.

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i forget which one this is, i didn’t eat the chickpea (polenta-ish doorstop) thing. whiner did.

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pretty shells from the vongole.

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nice eyebags.

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much better. new yenta shades oy vey!

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fabulous sanctuary.

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bellini. peach schnapps and champagne. never thought to try that. i like when you learn a new drink you drink it until you can never ever drink it again. like pimm’s cups we are so done.

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i want to stamp this on customer’s foreheads.

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ok i want to go to italy now.

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appetizer quatro. i know i whine about being fat and blah blah blah but really i ate like a bird yesterday normally i hoover and punch a motherfucker out the way of the platter, this time i was a lady and you were the tramp.

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was a bird up til the gelato. i actually wrote WAKESTOCK on both of my hands at work last nite so i wouldn’t snack in the kitchen.

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oooook i just realised how boring food posts are.

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decent.

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truth or dare party at stew’s. thank fuck i didn’t get this one.

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stew got my dare, make stupid voices for each animal and make them conversate for up to 2 minutes, no laughing. pictures forthcoming of me pushing a dog dish across the floor with my nose and mooning our neighbor’s house for ten seconds oh and wearing a helmet in the street til a car drove by. thanks guys! stew line-danced while singing achy breaky heart in the street. ahh parkdale, we blend so well but hey guess what you can find it using GPS. ha psyche! but only once you’re done jerking off to your adult dvd on your plasma television but don’t get cum on the keyboard. ahhaha what just happened there?

SEE YOU BITCHES AT THE GYM!

66 thoughts on “you will be blogged”

  1. wow
    funny how you are accused of being defensive by people who then go on to be obsessed with having the last word on this subject, and on your blog…
    well, there might not be as big a readership on their blog…

    hope it won’t offend anyone’s fragile sensibilities if I belatedly refer to my mad gleeful cackling over the photo of the “Roast Beef and Yorkshire Pudding” flavoured “crisps” and a couple of others I hadn’t heard of before…apparently you can also get “Bangers and Mash”

    now that’s sure to set someone off…

  2. Holy cows, that was quite the read.

    I would just like to say that if you’re going to get all uppity at someone for supposedly not respecting their fellow human beings, your argument falters a bit when you call them names, swear at them, and make equally unfair assumptions about their lives…

  3. Youre so filled with potential and always brimming with a hope even you feel self conscious about possesing.Love it. You’re going to go so far. Stop being afraid.

  4. it’s frustrating to me how PC-obsessed our society has become. why can’t anybody call a truly fat person “fat” anymore? why does that have to be taken as an insult? sometimes when you’re called fat, you really are simply fat. that’s the simple objective reality of the thing. no more no less.

  5. I came back because I did not want my comment to read as rude.
    That portion of your entry simply made me paranoid that someone may be watching me!

  6. That was the most apt description of Indigo I’ve read in a while. That place will suck your will to live real fast.

  7. I just wanted to say that your food posts are never boring: the gelato pic made me want to lick the screen. :)

  8. hahahahaha…….I only read a few of these comments but I love it how Xenia got triggered by the use of cattle and normies. When I read the fat normies party I immediately thought, “God I love it how Raymi tells it like it is.”

    FAT = FAT. if your fat you know it. whether you like it or not is your business. I mean fat is not a healthy way to live. Period.

    NORMIE = NORMIE. I mean, we are such a programed society. Both Canada and America (and most of the world) are walking zombies. People are alseep following a heard of media culture. I mean DUH. We all now what a fucking normie is. That’s why … eh hem….NORMIES GET ALL OFFENDED…cuz if they didn’t really care about being a normie, they wouldn’t get offended. WTF?

    Bottom line: those that get offended are usually unhappy with themselves and have something to prove.

    And – yes – for the record – I have no problem with someday being a fat normie following others like cattle and growing old in soft zombie-like haze with my zombie-like husband. Oh wait, now I’ve brought zombies into the mix…..whose going to jump at that one? probably no one. cuz zombies are the new fat normie.

  10. Everyone, EVERYONE!! WHOA! I say this, only because I care…

    …there are plenty of decaffeinated brands on the market that are just as tasty as the real thing.

    Sheesh. Its a fucking blog, not political policy. Take it easy.

  14. I can’t wait till I’m one of the fat husbands spending the day with my wife in Indigo. Cattle can be happy if they’re honest with themselves about it.

    Xenia’s clearly unhappy with life.

  15. Raymi, I enjoy your food posts, even if I can’t eat everything you photograph. I go to the bookstore by myself, but I go there for the books, not the people.

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