yesterday was eat garbage/eat like garbage day.

tornado potato w/ jerk sauce that wasn’t AT ALL jerk sauce.

spinach artichoke w/ naan they bought from a supermarket.

mental pepper, it’s fire or weak there is no in-between when it comes to casey’s caesars ps. that place sucks. front street is so times square.

here is the part where i am telling pitt to mooch off my fame all that he can and we aren’t friends anymore if i ever hear that he doesn’t.

ok working backwards here people.

this is me getting denied by radmad to meet up. later on she calls and tries to get me and fil to go out but we were watching the fifth element (fil’s first time) and i was trying out the shittiest vibrator ever that i shouldn’t have purchased, i should have gone for the one that actually looks like a penis.

everyone bites our free beer idea it’s not fun anymore.

oh look, pitt is talking.

so’s that guy.

he’s bringing sweaty back.

free inaccurate stepcounter that made me and fil get in competition fights all the way home thanks rogers centre.

i put my hand over pitt’s mouth when he was about to heckle his signature “_____” your mommy’s calling! so he was cut off halfway through saying mommy, our entire section collectively gasped, it was magic.

quietest dudes ever. i kept waiting for the dad to turn around and say something to pitt, but he didn’t. i think they were seattle fans. also, looking at the back of people’s heads makes me wonder what the back of my head looks like so i spend the majority of the game thinking about that and hoping that it is a dream for everyone behind me to take in.

12 o’clock ghetto bar beers waiting for pitt crabbiness.