whenever i get interviewed about this piece of shit blog, i’m always asked how or why i started blogging and i always credit this guy jacob, he’s the one who told me about blogger.com back in 2000 when i was fervently shitting up the vice forums, he’s like take what you’re doing there into your OWN space. i asked him dude how do i make a name for myself how do i get known how do i get big? he said i had to move to toronto and immerse myself in the scene, go to parties and shows, just be present, basically. you all have jacob to thank, he had a big hand in creating this monster.
a woman joked that this photograph i took would cost me a dollar. yeah, so funny.
sambo and sharpie coincidentally were on the island yesterday.
i can fit that frisbee over my ass and around my waist.
then the gill party arrived to celebrate shane’s birthday (gill’s man).
yohawn? johanne? something like that, quiet chill dude.
the sun disappeared for an hour and eventually came back with avengeance.
maddy.
maddy’s dad, gill’s brother donovan.
sass nap.
volleyball party.
maddy cleared out the surrounding beach, it was most awesome.
claire came too, no pics of her on the beach though, later on at the drake you will see her captured.
trashed blanket.
on our way to the clubhouse to get in on those drink tickets not like i needed any.
see fil and maddy in the distance and the sun breaking through the clouds all heaven-like? siiiiiiiiiiiiigh.
ok so some original artists stick this branch into the sand and i say to the dude photographing it during this picture THIS WAS MY IDEA that’s great and he goes UH NO! my sarcasm went right over his head.
and might i declare that you are no longer allowed to wear those stupid fucking hats? why not throw some gladiators in for good measure ok?
ART EVERYONE LOOK AT THE ART OMG ART!
when we passed this other blanket of skids, sass was complaining about the rocks in the sand hurting her feet and one goes oh please go back to toronto (um we are in toronto right now on this beach you fucking genius) and then save up some money and go to florida and we just gave them a goofy look and i declared YOU ARE SOOOO HILARIOUS! then we keep walking and i turned back and did the ok sign at them and the girl skid does the Loser sign over her forehead. wicked, a dirty chick thinks we are losers. why would you instantly assume over a snippet of conversation that we’re beach snobs, fuck you idiot, i love that beach.
dropped in on mr. and mrs. pitt’s new digs, had some pizza wine whiskey plum gasoline pretzels and chips.
of course.
the pitts have a famous neighbour.
caribana colours.
bizarro world.
just a little more fine tuning to be done and we’re good.
fil’s kifey cheese gets its own plate.
jamie brought me that wtc snow globe, he found it on the street. thanks!
this is the space now (i know this post is messed up cos the part below i put up first) and check out what’s on the coffeetable bottom right corner haha.
fil rearranged the furniture so now i am facing the other side of the room, it’s bomb dude! now when we bang on the couch the building across the way’s view of our performance will be totally better. here look it’s me about to shove an onion ring in my face, probably the same one i later barfed up in my mouth and the last one i will eat for a loooooooong time.
my only flower *sniff*sniff* all the others bloomed then shriveled up into nothing
i just looked out the window and today it is closed up, at least it’s not a dried-up pathetic crumpled flower corpse LIKE MY HEART. yet.
waiting for the elevator there lil buddy? sorry, we take the stairs and no you can’t come with us.
little gifty for wendi.
dinner.
had this poor sod scour loblaws for us to find this and he didn’t, fil did, by the rice, oh right makes sense to put only one of all curries on offer by the rice. they’re renovating so everything is disorganized. yes this is the loblaws news blog.
emo hung sans shower day.
a million sighs.
very satisfying.
not enough heat though, i’m getting better at this spicy business.
cab to the tequila bar cos that’s what you do on a tequila hangover GO GET SOME MORE.
melancholy cast over the long weekend city.
reposado’s back patio is a nice little sanctuary – unbelievably uncomfortable low chairs though, my ass is still sore.
our friends are aaaaaaaalways late no matter fucking what.
poor little fing.
blood orange margarita, wicked sour and salty. probably would have enjoyed it more if i didn’t have a thousand margaritas the nite previous.
a flock of birds we both missed capturing for the most part.
a woman with a dog and a cat kept going thru the gate past the patio, many many times, we get it you have access to the reposado patio and you have animals, wicked.
fiiiiiiiiinally gill arrives. from now on when she says to meet her at such and such a time i am not leaving the house until 15 minutes after that.
the cook was not around, gill was starving, feasted on these homemade chips and onion dip (!!!) for a bit, i helped of course, no will power.
wendi was late too but had a legitimate excuse, caribana crowds, no cab and had to walk from the heart of parkdale.
mango margarita, couldn’t tell the difference from it and the blood orange one, save for like one sip when i got a blast of mango flavour, that was it though. v tarty.
kinghorn came to partay. as did travis, no pics of him, my ass was hurting too much to be camera crazy.
oh god more food.
ugggggggggggggh i am so fat right now i just did wii fit and i gained 1.8lbs since three days ago, thanks, i know it’s from shotgunning onion rings and that hamburger and margaritas and beers. also the wii scale is way harsher than the one in the bathroom. i’m going back on the strict raymi diet once i finish all my cheese.
fil took his turn and before he started it asked him how raymi looks to him: slimmer, more toned, heavier, the same. he chose slimmer of course. holy shit-disturbing game much?
we decided to spend the beginning of our hangover at cheese boutique, such a good idea. to refresh you here is the post from our first visit. warning, this post is gratuitous, don’t even consider scrolling on an empty stomach.
omg at this point i am overcome with nerdish glee i could cry or jump out of my skin.
dustin!
ugh how smarmy “note past tense” oh shut up.
pasta room
the teas are up on that wall.
ok the next several pictures are for the sweet tooth fans/recovering heroin addicts…
!!!! i so regret not getting one of these, the boutique is pretty overwhelming and you can’t help but feel a bit of mania and scatterbrained, should i shouldn’t i should i shouldn’t i?
couldn’t remember the meat i bought last time and didn’t see anything similar to it, got this, very tasty.
i love how thin they slice it, goes so much further.
fil’s selection.
v hot and a slow burn perfect for hangovers.
has anyone tried this before?
fil’s stank ass cheese no thank you.
my AMAZING aged cheddar i don’t even know what it’s called.
sweating from the car.
i tried to grate some fine pieces, no point too room temp. for that, back in the fridge can’t wait to have some with wine later on mmmm mmmm mmmmmm bye.
so our first girl date from the internet i rate it 5 stars but only because we both started drinking so early cos we were really nervous, well maybe pretend nervous, girl dates are scarier than boy dates and more awkward, no matter, we were both won over fast and hard. ps. steph is a babe AND single just sayzin. i had us take a bunch of first pictures together to document the awkward.
first picture, here she is telling me off about looking like her dad or something.
ugh i look brutal.
hahahha check out cid’s head.
on gchat steph was like should i bring strawberries? i said that’s gay i’m more of a grease and salt girl she’s like ok lets go for hamburgers but that still doesn’t cover what i should bring over, a bag of dog shit? funn-ay. i like to laugh, she likes to laugh, AND she’s for real funny omg you guys don’t care about this stupid boring soap opera SORRY FOR BEING HAPPY FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE!
on the first date you shouldn’t go all out and get the ultimate burger, (bacon cheese AND fried egg!) save it for date ten when there’s no escaping the disgusting what is your style. ordered an ult. burg. to go for fil though haha.
bumped into lil sass.
watching the donkey video, i was going to make a video of their reaction but then got super sicked out by all of it.
trivial pursuit nap attack.
round two.
aaaaaaaand no this did not end up in a threesome all ten of you who are wondering, we’re trying not to socially alienate all the girls in my life anymore by doing it with them and then leaving me with no friends and back at the drawing board. NOT THAT SHE WOULDN’T HAVE ME IF OFFERED! omg haha please shut up lauren.
scott! and his new hair!
and he left the tie on the floor in the hallway after all that big deal made over it, he was going to be the belle of a wedding today by wearing it. sigh.
bye scott see you next year! brad was over too i forgot to get a picture oh well hi brad.
i’m at fil’s desk now, he left the power chord for his mac at work, it died, so he has nothing to do right now other than walk around in his underwear and slap his penis on my shoulder.
hey everyone hi there! we are all having fun over here steph and i have been drinking since 3 – wicked! we had crazy burgers and onion rings and tequila for lunch/dinner now scott monk is here and brad too! i gave scott his jesus tie back, he just made me snort margarita out of my mouth/nose cos of a wicked def leppard joke yours truly assisted in. he took a bus from montreal straight here and when he called i was like so your head wasn’t sawed off? he’s all omg i just heard all about that from a lady on the bus i said yeah it’s all over the net and they’re saying yeah if i was on a bus for 40+ hours i would cut someone’s head off too! and scott goes to me um yeah i’m pretty sure that they wouldn’t. true.
oh i showed sass and steph the donkey fucking video on vbs.tv as well. um they liked it.
oh i burped and barfed up an onion ring in my mouth too.
it’s ok though.
we played 90’s trivial pursuit with fil and it was kind of boring, fil is very good at it, we are crap, but creative crap, if you know what i mean, um, i don’t really.
