cid at his happiest.
busy day, yesterday what was.
yawn inferiority complex, congratulations you have just won a punch to the temple.
oh what’s this?
love the hidden ones noel.
if you happen upon any pieces of bark that have faces you know what to do (contact noel).
how many pieces does this shatter your heart into? mine, millions.
then to crumpler cos fil needs a new
purse camera bag. the girl there didn’t like me i could tell, i ripped on the colour of the bag he wanted to get (because it was on sale) and she kept fighting me on it hello lady do you have to walk around looking at that thing? i am the girlfriend therefore boss of this, you just work here. those are the retail rules.
when you can tell someone hates you you have to compliment something about them so i complimented the fact that they were using an old piano as a desk.
he didn’t end up getting it, if ANYONE has some sort of crumpler hook-up can you sponsor these guys, thanks a bill.
time for a tan chez miss A.
convinced old man river to go for one too.
she leant me her special potion.
“tattoo fade shield” for blythe.
sooo relaxing, the time went by too fast.
not for me, god it is so hard to stop myself from opening these things.
it better be the cutest one.
houses to die for on a street to kill for.
cheese boutique pit stop.
we forgot our cheese meat and crackers at fil’s mom’s YOU GUYS BETTER NOT EAT IT ALL!
so many memories from this park, too many to count.
stinky oozy wow factor.
hannah (fil’s stepsister) was in town what a surprise! she moved away to tofino.
me zoolandering it.
she brought back a paper from her scotland visit.
oh what pervs over there eh.
then back to the city.
to meet up with the skids and a few others at green room. steph had an accident.
after a v competitive few rounds of asshole with bekki and sarah, mads and i got deep, blog deep, hell yeah.
so the big news is skid #2‘s stay is being extended like, indefinitely, maybe, well not maybe i was just trying to make an oasis joke but seriously, i could have stayed home for that news in lieu of having to deal with the gut rot from the shitty whiskey green room passes off as jamesons. these guys are in love and it is truly something, and i take full credit.
time to hit the road jaqueline, it’s been a long one.