i blended the gay strawberries with a few plops of icing sugar and white wine, so good. for the egg whites i used the remainder of that thai yellow curry and some hot sauce, also fantastic. skipped on the green salsa, too many flavours going on and also it is kinda crap, quite pickly, not enough heat.

come party with my fat water retaining pig pants nite!

feeling it.

this is the part when i wanted to die.

RESCUE ME!

i told fil if he bought me a whiskey i would dance, even after downing it i still wasn’t in dance explosion mode, kinda hard tunes to groove to and sometimes the shy just takes over.

fil is in love with this shirt, brings out his inner-perv. anyway we went to lee’s last nite to see the ethers (amazing!) and before that some shit band that cleared out the already cleared out room, ugh brutal doesn’t even cover it. so it was still pretty dead once our buddies hit the stage i wanted to dance up front to make it seem more full, but no one in our party was down, well not exactly true, some people were dancing but not my kind of dancing where i dance alone and try and look as retarded as possible but with irony, i dunno, it backfired and i felt like i looked like my mom the entire time, so awkward. it was just for the last song. fil has a slew of pictorial evidence i can’t wait to cringe over.

before all that we picked up steph and brought her to the burbs, fil scheduled a haircut, yes he’s one of those has to drive to the edge of the world to their dentist/doctor/hairdresser types. steph gave me TWO pairs of old lady glasses! what a girl.

steroids much?

we went to the arms to kill time during that ridiculous downpour, all of which funneled itself onto my fucking soul from just dashing car to bar, steph choked and lingered way too long under the awning where all the tropical buckets of rain were sloshing the most she’s like WHAT DO I DO i’m like OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! so we had wine and a shot of ‘shclager to warm up cos i was seriously convulsively shivering and that weird thing when i lose circulation happens so my fingers lose blood, all colour, albino fingers, and go numb and steph was sopping wet head to toe. we also had spinach and artichoke dip.

fil’s babe cut.

loves hangin’ with the estrogen.

finally, someone loves me back!

cellphone sticker i stuck on my boot.

dead.

wicked dead, saturday nite shows are pretty much guaranteed to be a bust.

hi laura!

matt do you want to see mudhoney?

oh and it was so chilly out last nite we wore jackets and i brought my toque, i know, it’s bleedin’ august!

wait sorry, more like this:

JUST RELAX YOUR FUCKING FACES OFF FOR A SEC AND I’LL BE RIGHT DOWN TO PULL IT OUT OF THE WASHER MYSELF YOU PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE WEEKEND KILLJOYS WHOSE LIVES REVOLVE AROUND LAUNDRY THE ONLY REASON WE ARE DOING IT TODAY IS COS FIL IS OUT OF UNDERWEAR EVEN THOUGH HE HAS TEN MILLION PAIRS!

normally i never allow weekend loads cos it forces you to stick around a couple extra hours.

spiderman on one side

venom on the other? punisher? bad punisher?

HAHHAhAHHAhAHHAhA haahahahaahahha.

oh and facebook keeps trying to trick me into the new format, should i succumb or stay put?

and OMG bernie mac is dead!? wtf!?

wearing that shirt while riding my bike up to bloor with the wind pounding in my direction was so brutal, when wind hits this shirt it’s essentially a goddamn sail, it was pretty pathetic trying to fight the wind and make a green light. see my new golden elvis shades. all i pine for are big old lady vintage sunglasses like the ones i had last summer that bit the dust i don’t remember how, and the only sunglasses available in kensington are those dumb kanye west things and yeah, basically anything kanye west ever shitted up.

matt convinced me to get this, i’m so glad he did, thanks matt!

after watching royal tennenbaums last nite and all of gwyneth’s striped lacoste dresses i just couldn’t resist.

got fil a shirt too, i hope it fits, no refunds or exchanges, fil’s prom was in ’89 right? heh.

matt has fluorescent shoes addiction.

it’s 08/08/08 does this mean i get to drink a 2-4? (do the math)

ok that wasn’t funny.

gee i sure can’t wait til 09/09/09 you guys!

oh look, the perfect meal for that person always on the run!

chad has an interesting idea for all those stolen bikes.

on the menu tonite

for the next egg white scramble

bike light, had to return the green bell, neither fit on a road bike (fil’s) and bells such as those are heard to get and have to be made specially.

great read, halfway through, reminds me to write about the year i lived in the crawford street ghetto house. thanks chloe.