july 2007 archives time ya dicks!

awesome strikes again.

ok not horny anymore.

art man it’s so, so, art, man, woah, yeah? yeah.

fil planet wasted.

it’s mmmmmm o’clock.

july 2006 archives cont’d.

canada day pics

i can’t believe how fat i thought i was at this time in my life, never underestimate the power of drugs and an abusive boyfriend.

sneaky disease art.

where i told fil his nostrils were different sizes BIG MISTAKE so for the rest of the nite we got to talk about how fil’s nose is FINE THE WAY IT IS.

some of us dont got no trust funds, you hippie

this one has pink piping and little pockets for my juice money punch me please.

fil STILL won’t cave and get these teeny weeny trunks!

RIP midtown

me: cid is on my arm i am typing with my left hand
it is annoying as hell

scott is a loud talker so when he had to make a phonecall i told him to go in the bedroom cos i knew the fucking fred penner acoustic guitar playing neighbour asshole would appreciate the deep tone of scott’s voice coming through the wall.

hop into my delorean lets go back to last friday

then i say what is wrong with you and he says no what is wrong with you!? NOTHING WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU etc.

our waitress blew, not until she realised i had “connections” with her employer did she stop blowing. some frozen grapes were sent over and she is like uh these are for you and do you know why? with loads of attitude, like it was a test – way to be professional.

she got up to dance near me and whipped me in the face and back of the head with her amazon hair a few times, thanks.

HOW TO SNACK LIKE A DRUNK/STONER CHAMP

yeah it’s so overwhelming to verbally abuse a woman likely suffering from alzheimers and cannot fend for herself, way to go dickbag

how cute are british people?

if i were to somehow meet rihana and she had her umbrella, could i like, demand to stand under it with her, is her song like a mutually binding-contract if i buy it off itunes?

mine, note the cardboard. i wasn’t planning to eat it all in one sitting, fil helped, then gave me a WICKED COOL LECTURE about recycling!

oh sigh

the other dirties are on his flickr.

pauper’s, nice patio, if you like drinking amongst nerdy annex spinsters and guys with eyebrow piercings.

cos lesbironi is such an event

me: are you going to pick wildflowers and water them with rainwater and drink rainwater from your satchel canteen that is covered in oldschool army tarp

oh man i am dying of laughter right now and i am crying can’t breathe that video never tires.

robofunk’s mushroom experience HAHAHAHHAHHA

i am going to draw a picture in MS paint to represent the sadness brb.

i am smirking like an imp because this dude is all up in fil’s space telling him how to take pictures and he just wouldn’t shut the fuck up or detect that he was annoying the shit out of us.

the most annoying thing about nerd magnet bands is the type of nerds that come out, they think they own the band and fuck you if you get in the way

I AM A DRAGON YOU ARE NO MATCH FOR ME LANCELIONIVAT YOUR TRICKSY SPELLS ARE FUTILE AGAINST MY GREEN BALL OF WRATH WREEEEEUUUURAWR!

MY shroom story

chandalier jokes never get old.

oh god! this food! fuck i want it again right NOW!

jesus christ where do you think you are, put your shoes back on you gross losers, this isn’t your playroom!

you can always tell the suburban kids from the city kids at shows, especially if it’s at a place like the phoenix, last nite was tv on the radio (a 30 dollar ticket!)(we had guest list, i would never pay that much)(i mention the 30 dollars cos what idiot would pay that much for a show and take their shoes off at it)(am i crazy? or is it not totally arrogant to cruise on a couch nodding off in your socks on anyone’s couch but your own?) anyway, these babies couch hogged the entire time with their shoes off like they just hit the bong and it’s totally fine to just you know, relax shoeless in a dirty bar. stop you are embarrassing my SOUL! basically everyone was high who went to this show, high and useless. what fun. oh and there was some guest list drama that i’m debating whether i should burn a bridge or not over by railing about it on my blog (everyone will know who i’m talking of regardless), and it’s with the SAME person i chose to not previously burn a bridge with, past incidences is what i’m saying, a notoriously despised person within the industry already, a total bulldog. anyway, coffee first, gossip second.

my comments are down, the internet is broken, there really is no point to being on a laptop right now if we can’t even talk about how great my hair looks or how funny i am, if you really want to share your opinions with me right now you can email me and i will put your words into this post and then we can get on with our lives. i’m uploading some vids on youtube right now and there are some pics from yesterday on my flickr i am too fat to put here. i guess i should shower, it’s been daaaaaays, i have to be on camera in two hours i almost forgot and tonite we are seeing oh what the hell a package is downstairs BRB.

you know when couples start to look like each other…

seriously, i am sitting here practically naked with tears all over my chest jesus christ!

thanks tempy!

she had blood on her face from picking and scratching at it too much and her clothes were dirty, like normal people clothes but just all roughed up, anyway, i’m in line behind her (not looking too hot myself, greasy, big glasses covering up my face, just dashed out to get coffee and a tuna sandwich) and she looks me up and down and goes “Pfffft” at me as if she’s hot shit and i’m not, it was very chip on her shoulder of her, fucking annoying. so not to be outdone, i totally ignore her staring up into my face for about five seconds then i turn and give her the mean eyeball and go “pfffft” right back at her, but my Pffffft was way meaner. it was also an effort to refrain from adding shut up junky to my pffft. anyway, that’s the news for now.

hey who’s the square who showed up? you shoulda heard my rendition of roxanne, it blew the ceiling off.

dude behind me is way feeling it.

and here i am pregnant with an alcohol baby, singing roxanne and blasting the ceiling off, it’s hard to sing in a tight skirt, christie loves the sound of my voice.

we packed all our stuff to head to the island yesterday and were greeted by this, so we turned around with our cooler and blanket and bags stuffed with beach junk and went to philosopher’s walk instead, where matt met us with his buddy amy, and we got tanked. not a bad time. seriously going to the island on canada day was the dumbest move ever. i mean, if you enjoy being annoyed out of your skull then it is totally the thing for you. fil almost lost it once we got back to the subway (to waste more money) and this big lady was eating a hot dog on the escalator (with two canadian flags jammed in her big hair) taking UP the entire escalator so we couldn’t get past then we just shove our way through her and down just as the subway doors close, that was like, the. final. straw. then we sat in silence til the next train came. next year we will have our own speedboat to take us to the island or, NO ISLAND!

christie had a last minute piss-up.

at her new place.

played rock band for the first time, mic hogged a bit, feh.

sass got in a fight with a neanderthal.

she didn’t like that i kept saying she was wearing a raymi oufit.

ok gotta fly sorry my blog is so lame this weekend (ha it’s tuesday)(in canadaland we are still in weekend mode).

BYEEEEEEEEEE HOSERS!