i am still loads sick, the nite before last’s sleep was terrible, as was last nite’s, i decided to switch sides of the bed with fil, bad move, it was like shitty bizarro world on his side i can’t toss the covers the way i like cos then he wouldn’t have any. my throat is so sore, my eyes are stingy, we wen’t to noah’s yesterday and the smell of the soaps and lip balms put me over the edge. rented the lives of others last nite, it is good and long and german.
guess who just ate 4/5 of a tim horton’s breakfast sausage/egg/cheese sandwich LEAVE ME ALONE fil ate 2 and the rest of mine!
oh man based on wendi’s photos, i am afraid stoked to see fil’s!
before the gong show what was saturday nite and the leaf game, fil and i had a nice dinner at southern accent (which i keep referring to as southern comfort, the same place where we went with jamie and deb). the food was great, i hope to be invited back for free to try the mains next time. one busser asked what was with all the photos, oh i have a blog…
fil was crabby and kept denying it. if we don’t have set plans established dude gets a bit salty. surprise surprise he perks right up when we were at the tap to watch the game.
cajun caesar and the crabby just melted away from my soul, oh now i remember, we hadn’t eaten all day. it was equal parts hot and spicy, the heatrush is addictive.
free bread and hummus.
fil’s gumbo v. good. a cup is $6, bowl is $8, this is the bowl.
small plate of calamari, there are two different sauces beneath the calamari. tasty.
eight jerk chicken wings for six bucks! comes with delicious remoulade.
fried green tomatoes with a slightly different remoulade, $4. there are so many different apps. and sides to choose from. if you do it this way, dining at a fancier place is quite feasible. i have never tried fried green tomatoes before, i would order them again.
the service is really great there, speedy and unpretentious.
because we fasted all day i gave in to the fried calamari.
AND the fried tomatoes.
i had shit in my teeth from the wings, worth it.
crabby attack!
see? the most expensive thing was my drink.
this little dude is the restaurant’s mascot, he’s been all over the world.
southern accent is raymi approved, good for spying on the eccentric clientele and some tables have curtains draped around them for privacy and ambiance.
after an entire week of steady sort of sick i am now full-blown sick this just in: SICK SUCKS. so i caved and got some nood’r.
and for once i’m intaking some vitamin c in the form of tropicana no pulp w/vodka mandarin of course. if i am going to be in an alternate state of sickness reality, i might as well be drunk while i’m there.
i’ve not done the DIY udon before, it’s ok i guess, cid ran into the kitchen once the fishy smell came to be.
and we just came back from dinner too, i only ate half of these guys. tomorrow, round 2 and i’muh follow it up with some kimchi.
the video i made before was better, but fil farted in the background and i told him while still filming that i got it on film and then he deleted it. here is a secret blog fans, FIL IS FARTLOR. a long time ago he said the first rule about fart club is DON’T TALK ABOUT FART CLUB. it’s too funny to keep it to myself any longer. it wasn’t even an audible fart, and i doubt the camera even picked it up.
here is a video of a fight that happened last friday, this is the synopsis dude spits on girl and tells her to go back to africa at the brunswick, gets in a cab screams out window to other dudes, dude runs up to cab, punches in window, window explodes, runs back to the brunswick, the rest is everyone fighting about it on bloor on a friday nite. i am a detective. i’ve put up some more videos if you care.
in this video you can hear my special talking to animals voice.
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do ANY chinese food restaurants deliver before 5 oh fucking clock????
bridget jones is on and i hate mark darcy’s girlfriend/fiance, natasha, i want to throw her down some stairs. friday nite i learned that i can never ever watch forest gump again, the older my ovaries get the more of a blubbering mess i become on the couch crying into my vodka. i just weeped a bit in the bathroom from thinking about the part in almost famous where the young journalist tells the guy who is leaving with his sister to take care of her in san francisco. i’m sorry if you can’t handle it if my blog is about feelings now, and thinking about stuff in movies that made me cry. oh don’t forget the part in bridget jones at dinner with her friends and mark darcy is there and her gay friend says we like bridget just as she is and she looks at mark oh siiiiiiiigh yes i cried then too.
when this coffee kicks in we can discuss this further if you want.
lets talk about parts in movies that make us cry in my comments forever.
oh one more thing it’s on A&E so everything is censored and at the part where she tells hugh grant she’s quitting she says she would rather wash saddam hussein’s cars, that’s what was chosen to cover up a swear word! fil said they may as well have said n-words and j-word’s cars.
and you know those cheesy posters that say THINGS I LEARNED IN LIFE… and then the age of the person then something about eating vegetables or lying in a field of grass, dentist’s like to hang them on their walls for you to read when you are waiting for them, anyway, i have one:
THE MORE YOU TELL PEOPLE YOU DON’T DRINK JAGERMEISTER, THE MORE THEY FORCE IT ON YOU AT A BAR, AND THE MORE YOU END UP DRINKING IT. -raymi esquire. (oh and then you say goldschlager instead, which just means they think you mean mix it with jager! fuck i can’t believe i spelled goldschlager right the first time, that’s a bad sign maybe.)
i’m glad my hits are lowest on sundays, it’s going to get retarded.
oh and if you were at the cloak and dagger last nite, i’m sorry, sorry if you don’t understand that i am lord of the dance!
here’s a FAME TIP for the girls, if you can see gays impersonating you in drag, then you will be a success. if you don’t see that happening, change careers.
