long awaited, third row baby

also, i’m on my older shittier laptop so i see what yer probs are re: my blog being cut off, this ‘puter is 1024 width.

pitt is over, gettin’ our st. pat’s on board early we is.

you would just die

oh so good

here and here. (having them up now just makes me want to barf)

it reminds me of the smells of flamboro market, fried onions for miles and miles and hot sun and cheese, except mixed with kielbasa (fried with the onions!) (!) and spinach and balsamic and loads of ooey gooey jalapeno havarti cheese to stick it all together, fil is trying to kill us.

speaking of flamboro, guess who is going on a maple syrup tour drivies and maybe even a sleigh ride?

update: ok now i feel fat as fuck

the teddy bear what cid humps just came out of the dryer and cid is uh, reacquainting hisself with it. REUNITED AND IT FEEEEEELS SOOOO GOOD!

fil put them both in the bedroom. buzzkill fil, buzzkill fil! (to the tune of spiderman, spiderman)

radmad called me last nite during in bruges, during a quiet part too, i left my fone on, normally i always turn it off, but then no one calls me and i feel like the biggest loser ever and sigh to myself like the saddest poem you ever heard as my fone fires back up and i see yep, no calls, so i left it on last nite, fuck it. radmad calls i fly to the seat beside me where my purse is and our jackets and fling fil’s jacket to the floor and turn it off halfway through the second ring.

after the movie i booked it out of there asap to hit the john, that’s one of my skills, running to the bathroom before the line-up, after i’m done i get out there and can’t see fil, he was in the theatre still cos when i chucked his jacket to the floor his fone fell out and a dude with a flashlight had to help him find it.

what do you want from me, i went to a movie on a friday nite, that’s how exciting i am right now.

hi lets go grocery shopping!

shirt what fil says is a mumu if it were longer, fuck fil. new nickname: FIL THE BUZZKILL.

whatevs i like it, it’s see-thru and the last red shirt i bought from h&m i had to pitch after one wash, it was never the same again, this material is better.

poopee and i went to rolu, she eats slow.

wasn’t impressed, think i have to go on a sashimi break.

uhh…

i said i hope he doesn’t get pigeon-holed.

sadly, it appears to be so. i was trying on grey wife beaters and all these creeper dudes were slowly cruising the area, one insanely fat guy was pretending to look at waffle long johns, yeah right bro get out of here and stop staring at me. i bought a men’s grey beater (for me) and a green tie for fil.

50 cent kerchiefs, i bought two, one to match the dress i bought, oh it’s in my right hand in that picture.

mexican restaurant, check. pink tacos joke, check.

lots of material goin’ on here.

so this was my grandma’s and my aunt altered it and now it is mine.

gayest pose winner.

your flight will be boarding momentarily, sir.

fil doesn’t dig this skirt, i say because sluts at his office be wearin’ these duds? oh i made up a song last nite called DUBIOUS FIL and you sing it every time fil disagrees with you, which is every time you open your mouth.

after in bruges (amazing movie btw!) we went to the bedford and went upstairs for the first time, i like it.

yikes.

this is just to remind myself to blog about how fil refused to take his gloves off last nite after hangin’ at my aunt’s when we went to the madison for a nitecap, and how pissed off (obvs.) i was about it.

first my grandma’s jacket what she raked leaves in

holy skeletor morning face.

oh hai do you want to go to the library?

the shoot was fun and went really well, i did a lot of jumping action shots on the sidewalk and it created quite the scene.

i kept thinking of tyra and antm and tried to be fierce and then busted up laughing so many times, i air-guitared with a vintage tennis racket on the sidewalk and head banged and would laugh after every single shot but they said my face looked awesome so meh, feh, beh, fleh. ps. i have to work on my height and jumping skills.

disgustingly expensive clothes, one ensemble had me wearing a $400 jacket.

i can’t wait to see rachel’s shots, they’re going to wait for fashion week to be over so the spread doesn’t get lost.

when is cool too much? when you have five gold spray painted cassettes on your necklace? maybe?

oh olga and i went to h&m and i bought a big ole supermarket dress, you’ll see. i might have to wear a bra to make it work.

now i have to dash out to meet poopee, she bought a painting.

i accidentally deleted every picture i took yesterday off my camera i am beside myself with rage over it.

every picture except this one, which is an ad set up by telus on the front lawn of a fraternity. new low much?

there was a van parked across the street with a projector pointed at the building and fat dude in the driver’s seat chowing down on something. the slogan was something like, ungh can’t remember. i’m too angry about losing all my pictures, they were SO whimsical.

sigh

your hero, that’s me, will be trekking out to find some dessert this aft., fil said go to…

FUTURES BAKERY!

no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111111111111111111111111111111

ok more like yes, it’s ok cos i won’t be dining in, just getting’er to go, we’re having dinner at my aunt’s tonite who lives around the corner in a delightful coach house. i was going to go to dominion and get a cake or to baskin robbins, how dumb is a 20 dollar cake, nothing caj. about that (i’m trying to integrate more abbrevs. into my speak, caj = cas = casual fyi) (no i’m not integrating shit i’m just bein’ you know, cool?)

oh and i have to get some new knee socks BECAUSE TOMORROW i will be in a photo shoot for FRED PERRY and i get to wear a teeny weeny tennis skirt (if they have size three hundred) and other some’tings. the shoot is for the fashion sectch of sdtc.

lettin’ this crap grow on me.

board game nite at britt‘s.

britt and i were a team, against fil and brad. we chose red, they were that nerdy brown outfit dude.

brian mulroney, i think the canadian flag counts as a symbol, which isn’t allowed, no matter, britt didn’t guess it anyway. ps. we won the game and i am very smart.

the topic was lucky charms, and neither fil nor brad could sync up their brains to get one term to match. ps. what’s a lepicon, brad?

busted out these old jeans, way too big in the everything urrea pelvis, ass, thighs, waist. maybe for sale….

one of my favourite pastime’s with brad is getting loaded and convincing him his tattoo is spelled wrong.

here britt is using me as a puppet to act out “drive-thru” which i did not get at all.

fil’s eyes are closed and he is trying to draw, i forget, brad didn’t get it anyway. oh now i remember, it was bunny slope.

this lame lesbo move is me puppetting britt into guessing cross country skiing, she got it right away, and maybe a boner in her back too wait what?

guessed it so quickly fil only got two pics of it, this being the second one, way to go fil.

and then i got really mad at this pencil, kept it to myself though, “clever” shit like this should stay on the internet, thanks for shaping the minds of snarky little fucks the world over, look mom this pencil has a sense of humour. YOU’RE GROUNDED MATTHEW FOR THINKING OUTSIDE THE BOX!

and that would be ms. pacman compliments of brad. fil got it, somehow.

britt and i’s topic was infomercials, hey are you guys bored yet or do you feel like you were present last nite too?

peacock i drew with my eyes closed, britt got it. ok bai.