yesterday’s late lunch sashimi for the infinity’th time
can someone tell me what that tongue-looking fish is? i use to be all about it but it’s too chewy and the more time i spend chewing, the more thinking i do, and then i start to think about what the mystery fish might be and looks like as it is being gutted, so i start gagging. anyway.
we ate in the window seat at sushi on bloor, don’t put people in the window unless you are getting them their order fast who cares how many annex trolls are waiting for take-out with babies wrapped in blankets clutched to their stomaches like pocahontas, when people walking by the window see the cunty impatient look on my face it is all over for business. also don’t forget to bring our salads either. if the entire population of the annex spread their business out to the other fifty japanese restaurants dealing would be a lot more simple. what’s the deal with sushi on bloor, why there? did margaret atwood mention it in a fucking interview once?
see, someone agrees with me.
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someone has a crush on raymi!
george ogled my face up close and said HEY YOU ARE REALLY CUTE.
i’m going against my how not to have a shitty blog code of ethics so i’ll stop there anyway he took off before i could pester him about being on the hour.
as obvs. we wore the flight suits out, wearing them when you are pmsland is alright in respect to the i want to be dumpy BUT they are also belly-enhancers.
i am so over drinking nxne go away!
that fell out of a girl’s hoodie pocket and bounced a bunch of times but the girl didn’t notice and we were feeling like a-holes so we didn’t tell her instead watched as everyone stepped on it and kicked it around unbeknownst to the girl, her eyes even sweeped it a few times but didn’t put it together. i said to fil i bet she’ll finally notice it and be like hey i got that cd from a different bar it’s in my pocket uh NO it’s not. i also enjoyed the fold wrinkles cos it looks like she had been carrying it awhile. earlier that day a lady’s shirt fell off her purse and she didn’t notice so i ran across the street to tell her, my nice window closed shortly thereafter. oh i also dont give out the i cares to oversized hoodie-wearers, not even at the cottage.
that might even be her leg in the second picture. we kept watching her sit there looking at it and not realizing it was hers. oh and before you explode on me for being a bitch it was mostly fil’s idea. i was already pissed off from him smashing my beer to the ground cos a friend of a friend of MY friend noticed him and he turned around and stood up for some stupid reason and his flight suit knocked it over. who stands up?
