So Tell Me Who Are You Dissing Maybe I’m Missing The Reason That You’re Smiling or Wilding

i think i’ve caught fil’s sickness, great. after i finish this post i’ma lie on the balcony and hopefully burn in the sun. here’s the canvas i prepped yesterday afternoon, i like how it turned out:

it’s slightly larger than the one i’m working on for ian right now.

k you get the idea.

dinner, leftover chorizo and spinach with egg whites, minced garlic and rosemary.

tomato on the side and watched that i survived a japanese game show thing as well as wipeout, totally bananas.

on with the nite, sWo and emm were in town for high-falutin’ biz at the king eddy re: the SAC (which we got to sit in on for a wee bit, more on that to come).

first we met up at p.j. o brien‘s.

cute-ass building.

found ourselves a private nook (why are irish pubs so into those? curious thing that.) and this irish bloke wanders in to tell us a coupla irish jokes i have a feeling my outfit inspired him to do so, the black hair too. oh yeah our waitress was not feeling me. or anything really.

very into these tables.

referring to gravy as brown sauce is just, ugh, gross.

guys i’m having hair dilemmas i will complain about later on to you.

the shining much?

so here we are at the song writer’s association of canada gathering, to which i felt way intrusive of crashing in on so fil and i booked it out of there pretty quick, accidentally. fil had a buzz on and was trying to think up song writing stories so i guess it’s a good thing we left, dude who wrote summer of ’69 was there as well as guy who wrote all of bryan adams’ jams and another dude who wrote hit me with your best shot. like what am i going to say, everytime i try to write a song it sounds lord of the ringsesque coupled with rush?

sweet room.

freshly applied lip gloss always looks overtly whorish in pictures.

the cousins.

back at pj’s, kept trying to capture my reflection in the tables w/o looking like a troll, impossible.

curry fries. i found chunks of chicken in the curry sauce too haha, what if i was a veg?

i had two jamesons, one a 12 year, the second the regular shit, and we talked about lord of the rings for an hour straight. i’m probably going as arwen for halloween complete with scratch on cheek from riding with frodo from the black riders. though i always say that and it never happens.

then we played our spies game on the subway back, don’t ask.

seriously, you sleep around that.