i only post stupid pictures of brad. one of the british fat dudes you can see beside him, the nicer of the two.

aspiring rnb singers, more on that once i watch the 3 minute video wendi made of them.

last nite was supposed to be take’r easy nite WRONG. tonite will have to be instead. i sat beside the most annoying pompous fat rich old white guys at the green room, they were ancient, and sexist like 1960s sexist and their iranian friend showed up and was speaking about marital life in iran and even he was like wtf you guys it’s called respecting women, he said that the woman leaves for two months drives the man crazy and he calls up her family begging for her back the house is a mess no food and there are no clean clothes and the fatter of the two men goes well can’t the man just leave HER and be with another woman as in stick it to her secretary affair styles and the iranian guy just looked at him like you pathetic asshole, the point isn’t about battle of the sexes like the white guy was thinking and what they were discussing. this is when i almsot jumped in and fil came back from the bathroom and my face was all lit up with rage and i spat out all my opinions to him instead shooting evil looks at the table speaking loud enough that the iranian guy and the one white guy knew i was talking shit about the bigger guy, there were so many terrible things he said if you were there you’d have involved youself. fil missed all the bad parts that would justify strangling the guy so he didn’t get why i was so angry about it. it was just his tone and his big fucking arms crosed over the table leaning forward to aid his gigantic british pub gut, who has lived his entire life putting people under his thumb, i really wanted to be the one to change his perception, i was fucking laced enough to do it, but then he left, but not before he said that women in iran wearing those black “scarves” it can actually be a benefit because the man falls in love with her face and all her physical deformities and flaws would be hidden jesus christ i know!

then the gong show arrived and i kept hugging gill and telling dave eyebrows that my mom has a crush on him, and he and fil got in an alice n chains contest and turns out they have matching tattoos too i know again!

i totally wasted the day, didn’t go outside at all in this phenomenal weather, i do it all the time. by the end of the week it will be icicles. sashimi is on the horizon.

BLONTY!!!

oh god here we go…

haha i was taller than sook yin when i was in grade 8.

the one time i experimented with growing out my bangs, and coincidentally i had zero boyfriends at the time.

i am in grade 6 here and into nirvana more than anything else, i look pretty old too, as in, a guy.

grade 8 confirmation THE FINAL SACRAMENT dun duh DUN! i had a crush on that dude, he for some reason took confirmation with our school, he did not have a crush on this guy though. ew look at those crosses.

faking it.

oh my god you’re welcome for sharing.

i’m on the far left red skirt blond hair ponytail.

my niece and i when she was in her crabby bossy toddler phase.

AHH why is that skeleton running toward me!!?

NICE PANTS MOM!

the skinny legs clearly come from my mom, thanks, i mean it. check my slutty blond mane behind her.

man that nite was a disaster, too long and annoying to write about it.

grade 8 gradutation.

grade 9 christmas eve. later on that nite my friend whipped an iceball at my eye and felt really bad about it so christmas morning he showed up with a big candy cane his dad got from the beer store. he was in love with me all along (i did not know this) but i was dating his best friend, the sexual tension made him act crazy toward me all the time i guess and thus the iceball.

my first real bf.

what a happy kid.

valedictorian speech.

sk8r days pfft.

ottawa.

sluts. i started that look in grade 6, the knee socks w/ overall shorts, two looks that were popular at the time, i combined them. at first everyone kinda scoffed then gradually the entire grade school was doing it, chicks older than me too. FIRST!

my granpa’s last xmas. this is when i had a perm. nice hair dad.

can’t tag dude in the middle on facebook cos his gf whom i don’t even know forced him to ban me and i’ve known him forever. gay!

PERM ATTACK WICKED OUTFIT ALERT!

sigh mocha. this is why i have a penchant for siamese cats.

getting along as usual. man, family vacations as a teenager made me want to kill myself.

this is before me and that guy dated, my brother and him are so baked in this picture, i am not.

grade 6 geography project i chose the thousand islands, i’m so tanned.

grade 8 graduation i never understood the long gown thing why would i want to wear drapes to a party?

um i guess there are a lot of vending machines in japan?

Japanese Anti Rape/Mugging Dress Transforms Into Vending Machine Disguise

me: OMG
im going to link that

peepee: its so ridiculuous
its not practical
so this guy is near you or on top, and somehow u put this on
and he doesn’t notice?
and all your stuff gets run over in your manhole purse

me: i think if you get a rape premonition you just go onto a sidewalk and turn into a vending machine

peepee: haha

me: which i think would entice someone to come toward you
why are japanese people so worried about rape

peepee: while i was hiking today, getting dark, thinking about rapists, i thought this would be funny in the forest

me: did you see that japanese rape youtube video?
peepee: what
no

me: the girls do jumping jacks and go TAKE ANYFING YOO WAHNT

peepee: i don’t want to see it

me: over and over
ungh i have to find it
its in my buzznet
you DO

peepee: is it a joke?

me: no

you can see the little doggy feetprints in the memory foam.

home now, we went for a drivies to guelph and had a pint and nachos at the albion hotel then visitted my dad and i went through some of my junk and found a journal i wrote when i was in the psyche ward CRINGE PARTY! i can’t wait to transcribe it and exploit myself some more, can’t as in CAN wait. here is an email i received why don’t you guys answer it for me in the comments and i will email the post back to the guy i’m kind of sick of talking about these things every four seconds. everyone is allowed to answer these EXCEPT FOR MY MOM. fil told me to just ignore it, pfft, like i can ignore things.

hello, i’ve periodically checked your blog for entertainment and i’ve got a couple of questions i don’t think i’ve seen answered on your page. you said you have some issues with depression, are you on any medications right now? do you think you will ever seek a permanent solution to your mental problems? i’ve tried myself but have sworn off any treatment until i know the severities of my symptoms after being off medications for awhile. how often do you go drinking? it seems like every other day there is new stories about getting wasted aimlessly. do you find you really need to live the lifestyle i interpret you as living? and finally do you have a job? do you update from work or something? why don’t you mention it if you have one? thanks for reading and i hope you get back to me

for the record, depression, is NOT a mental problem. it is emotional. when i say boy, do i ever have mental problems, it is a joke that i have extrapolated from an old friend in a hilarious situation involving the police and my ex bf in a hotel room at 6 in the morning and they asked her if she had mental problems and she said “a few” to get out of trouble. STOP TAKING MY BLOG SO FUCKING LITERALLY.

and YES i have a JOB – reading your email and putting it on my blog IS my J-O-B i make money off of this yes it is possible, hard to believe? i do not care, believe it and now, fuck off.

we are in the ‘burbs we slept over last nite to babysit the doggies and we hung at the local pub and on the way back i was bragging about being a big fish in a small pond just because some dudes smiled at me, fil was trashed, wasn’t listening, and all i wanted to talk about was my outfit. typical nite. we found out some girl our friend lost his virginity to is a full-fledged porn star now, we went downstairs (in the pub, the secret area) to look at her website, she’s on facebook too. another guy we know she used to be his gf. she has like quadruple D fake tits. married, and her husband is the producer and she’s a big deal in the canadian porn industry, in a certain niche like bdsm… yawn? yawn. maybe i’ll link to her, we’ll see.

fil’s mom’s bed is one of those sink-into memory foam type deals so if your arm is raised over your head it is the only thing not planted in the bed and you lose all feeling in it and turning over is a big ordeal on top of that three teeny dogs are spooning your head body and legs. kind of comical.

mmm fil just made bacon now he is making eggs. he’s been up since seven when he watered the dogs then he went out to capture the sunrise, he missed it but got the aftermath. must’ve been drunk still. now he feels like hell. it is soooo gorgeous out.

when kids made fun of my big nose in grade school in my head this is what i thought i looked like. i can’t breathe i am laughing so hard right now, i’m choke-laughing and hee-hawing.