our first chippy’s experience.

ordered two lunch specials way too much food.

if you bring in a rental from queen video you get half price chips, we planned to do this, but stupidly returned two movies before going to chippy’s cos we were toying with the notion of going to see a movie so no rental, and thus no half price chips. meanwhile i have two rentals in my fucking purse and if we had just waited half an hour longer, or even had the sense for this to occur to us like, period… smrt!

oh wait i’m wrong fil says you get a free side in addition to your order, so like coleslaw or tartar sauce, still we fucked up.

not feeling so hot.

i wonder when i’ll get my first heart attack.

this enormous woman was on her lunch break talking on her cellphone and eating at the same time and she would say certain things that made me think she was talking to me and i kept turning around to respond. isn’t the point of a lunch break to not talk?

we are about to embark on a chinese food adventure now so i don’t feel like looking at or posting more photos of these guys. i ate like ten fries then packed the rest to go with condiments and all that and gave them to this nice homeless guy who always says nice things to fil and i when we pass him. he said how did you know that i eat? pretty funny.

then we went to see the mist at scotiabank theatre, killed time at indigo first. i think from now on i can only see matinees. walking around indigo with bloodshot eyes and a whiny demeanour, FUN! i bought my dad a birthday card (nov. 28, also same day as my blog’s anniversary too) and i also got him a children’s book of a christmas carol, his favourite holiday movie.

perfect weather to feel shitty by.

i can’t think of anything that i actually want this year other than a new laptop and money which i don’t expect to get, i’m happy enough just looking at xmas junk and deluding myself into thinking all is right in the world and my life is as good as a christmas card.

yeah this was funny in grade 8 when we fought over sharing all the things written on panhandler’s signs we saw in big bad toronto, it’s ten fucking years later, i think it’s time to step it up a bit, i mean, i don’t have a job so i try to be as clever as possible to make up for it. there’s your verbal abuse pal, but you weren’t around for me to say it so no change.

yeah it’s weak, what do YOU got?