after dinner on friday we stopped in at labyrinth lounge for 3 dollar rum drinks, rum and cokes, taste like teenagers. no we did not plan on this 3 dollar rum adventure it was a coincidence. anyway it was a pirate party nite. i overheard one waitress say i don’t get it we are like the funnest bar in all of toronto… newsflash world! even when pirates were “hot” they weren’t that hot, or cool. the end.
hey hi how are you i heard you got a new job that’s right what is it?
oh i work in balancing now.
everything at shan is reduced to insane prices right now please help me convince fil to get these please because then he will look like this.
well except for the pointy ears. i was close to convincing fil to get a fluorescent red pair of trunks and a tube of zinc for his nose, i guess i have a lifeguard thing. ew why am i talking about fantasy lately, gross.
speaking of fantasy, this is what having babies is like how simple and clean and innocent where is my martini and where is the nanny?
oh so darling and well-behaved, richard.
no stains here.
you’re pretty advanced for 10 months, who taught you how to lean like that on that little doll pram?
what FUN! clothing at baby level so they can help choose which $200 shirt to pair with their pants. oh mindy just go wild no limits here.
yes as well as stupid and moronic and pathetic that you don’t know how to express yourself outside of a kooky played-out slogan.
i hate this store.
last time i went can’t remember with whom might have been with matt but everyone was scream-talking and in my way and rude and there is no room to get by this loud-talking flamboyant gay dude and i’m in this tiny colourful shoppe in yorkville never again.
$500 talking/singing elvis bust.
‘NOUGH SAID.
lamb apricots red onion marinade.
delicious.
my old house looks like this now.
mall-type dinner
in toronto you are either a papa ceo’s or a cora’s pizza fan, i’m a ceo’s cos of the dining atmosphere, the tv and the kooky-themed slices though the older i get the more depressing it is cos they blast cowboy movies and have the lights off in the back and you realise that their pizzas are named after dudes they wish they were but will never be and their life is pizza, fantasy, oldness, movies wait that sounds pretty awesome nevermind. i bet those chairs came from south common mall. also, papa ceo’s pizza is way better, the quality and flavour.
i want to open a pizza parlour and name my slices after my little ponies.
fil had the marlon brando.
i had robert de niro.
ten bucks even for two slices and a beer. romantic.
we took the crusts and whipped them at each other the rest of the way home.
prosciutto spinach sausage.
this isn’t depressing.
19.99 every head sucks maybe i was too loaded but it didn’t do the trick.
best lube.
i did not know that little dude was checking me out.
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.
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raymi, your graffiti is “up” on the internet. add that to your resume. funnily enough, it’s posted by emilio’s ex-girlfriend beth.
anyway, how did you enjoy the pink smokes?
i’m going to thailand in a week and i’m scared.
i have a travel blog now stalketienne.blogspot.com cheesy, i know. it’s for my family/friends so it won’t be too x-rated, but feel free
to check it out.
xo,
etienne
