some oldies

friends having fun, sigh. is there a rule in kensington market that you have to be a total dink to hang? these three weasels walked up to us as we were snapping pictures and one walked right in front of me, i was on the sidewalk, it was at nite, there was NO traffic in the road, WALK AROUND ME YOU SHIT! and they had an attitude about it as well, like, get out of my way world. dudes sometimes i, i just, i get SO steamed! are you with me?

you’re beautiful. (goulet voice)

hungsville on the subway to union to meet pitt, pre-coffee.

this family was near us, i could tell the mom was not vibin’ on my outfit.

seinfeld voice, what’s the deal with those horses? fil: they’re an art installation. raymi (bitch mocky voice): they’re an art installation.

i meant, why? why horses, and, four of them? whatever union.

nice beret OU EST LA TOILETTE?

check the lady behind us in total love with eating.

uh, buddy, your boner is showing.

DEAR KID IN THE BASKETBALL JERSEY DRESS, BLACK SPLASH PANTS AND CONSTRUCTION BOOTS ON THE HOTTEST MOST SUNNIEST DAY EVER: WRONG.

don’t ask cos i don’t understand.

then we went to smokeless joe’s to meet fil’s sister and bf, we couldn’t think of anywhere else, i know, shut up. we will not be eating there again, brews only.

well actually, if i had more money i would have oysters there, 2.50 per. i get that the price is high cos of the labour involved in shucking those guys open but it doesn’t change the fact that you are dining on something that is essentially just tasteless snot that you have to cover in hot horseraddish sauce. not to mention that every fucking retard says THEY ARE AN APHPRODISIAC but when pressed have no fucking clue why. dear rich people, deeming something a panty-remover does not make it so.

then to the riv to see radmad. she got drunk as hell and then biked a 75k marathon the next day. mental. i am still thinking about the roti from the riv. oh also everyone who works upstairs there is a jerk, don’t get it. they put CC in the crown royal bottles too. winners.

then the ‘shoe to see jim bryson.

he’s pretty endearing, did i say that already? his friends/groupies were not feeling the raymi, like fuck off i am talking to him for two minutes, hold tight hags i’m not going to marry him.

then on our way out i see this chick and went over and yelled nice dress into her face and then pointed at my chest then after this picture i tucked in the flap on her chest and said i know, that happens.

then we walked home and had to urinate so badly finally did it beside some construction shit and a building and this dude walked by me totally on purpose and it sent me into a rage i tried to find him after. oh and i got piss on my leg.