we had the most retarded pathetic time managing to get a parking spot on college around rush hour, in britt’s boat of a ride and all the snow and everyone feeling seasick hung.
hangover loser party of 3 please.
we bumped into bruce mcdonald on our way in and i made it really awkward and went HI BRUCE and he was holding his kid, we had a little chat, then parted ways.
coconut thai curry soup something delicious.
2 orders of calamari because we are fucking pigs.
thai basil chicken.
pad thai.
then britt went to get smokes cos she could not shut up about them and we went to the brew store and went to visit at gill’s to watch survivor and be as obnoxious as possible while she got ready for her winterlicious dinner at the supper club THAT WE WERE NOT INVITED TO.
they are already driving me insane but i’m glad i did it.
looking at this before picture with my face heavily made up and in the sun like that i am a little saddened. still no regrets. when i was snipping i was thinking i am so crazy right now and i was shaking, it was a thrill. i made a video too.
i took a million pictures of my sticky tac doll i gifted to fraser, i bet he didn’t even take it home.
fuck i was loaded last nite thanks everyone for buying me wine.
look at the bare walls, sigh.
here i am trying to do a family portrait with cid, i set the timer and grabbed him and well, look. fyi. sneak attacks during feeding time does not work for portrait posing.
this one is really funny to me right now cos of cid no not because of me i know that i am an idiot.
hi do you want to hang out with me?
finally the sun has moved away from wherever it was making all the snow fluorescent electric white blasting into my eyes and the very being of my soul, i have been hardcore squinting ever since i got up and my forehead is all scrunched up i don’t think it will ever go back to normal again.
black and white is a good look for me.
also, more good news, i think my hearing has worsened, i noticed the last two nites out i have been yelling when i talk because i can’t fucking hear myself talk! can that happen when you’re loaded, i mean, i know people talk louder when they drink, but can you go deaf from lots of drinking? i do compulsively pick my ears, maybe it’s cos of that? wow i can’t believe people consider me to be a role model hahaha.
this is me: hey guys i shit my pants last nite and fell down some stairs and this is you: HERE IS AN AWARD.
HAHAHAHHAHA
oh fuck i have to eat something before i turn into grey gardens.
i thought hok was 20 and i also thought how i am making his dreams come true by talking to him (cos 20 year olds dream to talk to me? shut up it was the wine) then he says he will be 38 soon and i couldn’t believe it. all you asians and black dudes have it made, assholes.
brad and i have the same watch except my battery died a long time ago.
thanks everyone for coming and battling that snow sorry i didn’t go out enough for you to throw a snowball at me, this guy doesn’t really smoke darts anymore you hosers!
when i got home my hair looked like ruby sue’s from national lampoon’s christmas vacation also a family burn against me by my brother since the beginning of time.
holy nest hair thank you wind!
sunday nite when we pulled into the underground parking garage there was a van sort of blocking our spot and made it impossible to back in as fil normally does so we drove in head on? anyway no biggie (btw the dude who parks his jag beside us is the shortest littlest guy ever and he is terrible at parking we are impressed by how bad he is at parking, is it a short thing? is it a gay thing? is it a short and gay thing? (yes he is gay and looks like a ventriloquist’s puppet version of frasier i think, he is also very nice and chirpy when he sees us and i fantasize about being invited over for dinner some day so i can play with his teeny tiny dogs) and can we make up a new stereotype about short gay men not being able to park?)
moving on.
this van blocking our spot was lined up with one of the doors leading into the building/elevator area cos two young dudes are moving in (we are also amazed when young people move in cos it seems like only people who were in the movie cocoon live here) and as we are getting out of the car an older woman (not a fossil but old enough to be bitter and crabby) whisks by the two guys and their father and presses the elevator button and i arrive behind her just as she gets in turns around looking at me as the door is slowly closing, making no attempt to stop the door from closing in my face, pressing the OPEN DOOR button not even a fucking facial expression or phony apologetic shoulder shrug so i punch my arm into the elevator and then my body and physically stop the door from closing and it pops back open and ONLY THEN does she come back to life like she just wasn’t totally being passive aggressive toward me, like she didn’t see us getting out of the car, and didn’t feel my fucking presence on the back of her fucking heels all the way to the elevator FUCK! everyone saw her do it too, i wanted to turn to those guys and say something but it woulda been pointless as they’re dudes and this special dish of prejudice is reserved for me and me alone.
like hey lady i hate riding in elevators with strangers too but when there are witnesses you’re supposed to pretend you’re not a huge fucking asshole, or did you not read that part in the building newsletter last week?
ps. i put that picture of ruby sue in one of my facebook albums and tagged it as my brother, i’ll tell you how he reacts later.
spread this flyer around even though there is a typo in it.
so i kept bragging about my new clothes high over gchat to fil and he said he had to get something new too, we went to winners and he got a really cute cardigan (i found it) and a pair of shoes, and i found this cardi for 10 bucks!
i’ll probably wear it tonite.
this is what is happening outside in the park right now, too bad there isn’t a hill around for miles. this cross country skiing joke is brought to you by the letters F and U.
i think it’s the same lady who does tai chi.
40 bones yo!
i am jealous.
everytime we go to winners fil comes away with shoes ok not everytime but the majority of the times we go he does, it’s because he tries on a million shirts, sweaters, and hoodies and is unhappy with every single one, despite a lot of them looking pretty good on him, he doesn’t understand that you don’t have to LOVE said item in the store, you can bring it home and add it to your wardrobe rotation and then fall in love with it. he doesn’t get it and most importantly he doesn’t get how much fucking insane he drives me when he is trying to decide on an outfit before we go out and is like i have nothing to wear and all i can do is picture the fifty cardigans he turned down, turns down, EVERY TIME WE GO OUT SHOPPING SPECIFICALLY FOR A CARDIGAN FOR HIM! and so, the needing to get something madness overtakes him and he buys a pair of shoes instead, but still has “nothing” to wear. why can’t he just be like a girl, like me, and buy it all up and then decide later. i could go on more about this.
i’m going to have to do another get rid of shit i don’t wear pillage. i remember before that “clothing” shelf it was just a shoe rack that i piled everything on top of. give me some furniture and i will build a mountain on top of it no problem. i also have five other drawers packed with stuff.
taking a picture of your own ass w/o a mirror is practically impossible.
most depressing salad ever. gabby’s is officially boycotted forever. the salmon was good but everything else was disgusting, the dressing i don’t know what it was trying to be but i know what it tasted like, grapefruit fish barf!
we go there for novelty’s sake typically but last nite there was just something missing and all ’twas revealed was merely a fog of sad.
at least that salad made me lose two lbs overnight.
oh and the bg image right now was an accident i meant it to be the profile picture in my sidebar at the top but plunked it in the wrong part of my template and now i look more of an egomaniac than i normally do.
