i found a recipe for butter chicken from the internet yesterday so instead of going into toronto to make trouble and whore myself out to booze i decided to get a nice bottle of wine and be domesticated with fil instead. when fil got back from work he was in his typical annoy the fuck out of raymi mood wherein i say something and he repeats it back at me with attitude and says YOU..bla bla bla. for example:

raymi: come on lets go to the supermarket

fil: YOU go to the supermarket

raymi: i have the list

fil: YOU have the list

raymi: i KNOW i have the list that’s what I SAID

fil: that’s what YOU said

and then he plays the asking pointless questions game.

fil: what’s that man doing? why is that woman carrying a bag? what does that sign mean? why is that man looking at us? why is that dog white? why is that guy wearing a hat?

raymi: WHY DO I WANT TO THROW MYSELF INTO TRAFFIC!??!

anyway, the food turned out wonderfully and then we watched road house. i’ve seen it a million times before but still it is the greatest film, it’s suppose to be all serious and shit but everything is just silly. oh and there’s a bunch of nudity and shitty fight scenes and jeff healey.

k bye.