this is what last nite looked like.

fil oppressed me all day long with his depression over his broked camera.

sigh.

so i made us a girl dinner movie party.

i’ve had that shirt for a long time and i never wear it, i dunno why. well, it’s basically a t-shirt sweater, it’s vintage. i hate people who say vintage like i’m supposed to be immediately impressed, and it isn’t 1000% possible to procure a pair of vintage raybans.

cid was depressed too.

thumbs up for this party guest.

fil was a big fan of this it combined two of his favourite elements, well three really, discovery, organic, and beer.

some back-up, just in case.

doing this one tonite, i figured because it is 3 chili heat i should do the yellow curry (4 chilis) first cos when/if it blows my head off i can at least delude myself into thinking this one won’t be so bad.

very tasty and not too hot at all, i do recommend, and for $1.99 holy hell do it!

liars.

what the hell is going on?

you’d think he could at least pretend to like me sometimes.

how do you fight depression? with MORE depression! the disc skipped at all the important drama parts of the movie GOD.

chicken sausage.

get out of here sadlor!

i asked fil to take a picture of me being domesticated and he asked why because i am an animal needing to be housebroken? i meant domestic.

add the curry.

fucking yum!

we bought rechargeable batteries, fil charged them, i said to test them out why not go shave your penis bush? he does not like that term WHAT ELSE IS NEW.

here is a video of raymi’s kitchen.

and now that fil’s camera is in-repair he gets to see what it’s like coming up with written material, so far so good.