on the road part one
hi simpletons how’ve you been oh wait i just remembered i don’t care JOKES i so care! i bet i like you more than you like yourselves. alright, here’s some shit we did yesterday while you were beating off to judge judy, enjoy!
ah so good, we begin this quest by ignoring fil and reading to ourselves until we turn up at ikea to exchange our bath mat for one without a rubber lining and then buy some shower rings THAT DON’T FIT OUR ROD but we don’t learn that until today, radical. i know some of you are on the edge of your seats about this.
gave the ole tresses a break yesterday so it was on-the-go italian shower of power day. no you smell. ps. best laundry dramz day is happening ever and it does not involve me but would have had i not got down there in time to snag a washer.
the worst thing about ikea is the waiting in line part, for exchanges/returns they have a ticket system which fil totally dug cos we got to chill a bit.
then a woman ruined the system cos her turn was skipped cos she had buggered off, um get a new ticket you cunt! i seemed to have been the only person annoyed by this or who noticed. how about your ticket system now fil?
that’s her fucking shelf behind me too.
what’s up dudes. their owner turned up just as we were pullin’ out so i wasn’t busted, phew.
then i enjoyed myself a five minute long piss. clean your mirror tim horton’s! ps. if you are “one of those” who calls it timmies 1. we can’t be friends 2. you sound like a total baby 3. die – in whichever order you want i’m feeling generous right now.
so starved can we eat here?
then fil had to go to the toilet so i went art small town homo ‘cept everything was ugly on this corner, i tried.
don’t trip over yourselves callin’ up national geographic now.
here i am bored and in love with myself.
another boring parking spot obviously.
tuna wrap it was alright, i was more into the pretentious chick behind me bragging about her toronto friends and how much of a snob she is for discussing england (she said look at us we’re soooo snobby), i tried really hard to get her to make eye contact with me so she could see my squinty beady eyes but she was so immersed in her blowhard chit chat she didn’t look my way not once not even when i tapped the lamp above our booth to make it sway back and forth. GOD JUST LOOK AT ME. then i became more interested in staring at the guy with a gross blond pube beard with one of his gf’s long strands of hair velcro’d to it SICK.
fil’s meh chicken salad i paid for more than half of i must be pmsing hard i’m full of haterade right now can’t wait to hit publish and see how much of a bitch i am being. before this we stopped in at a terrible restaurant and saw some mennonites, i used the bathroom and came back to the table to find that fil had not been given a menu so we bailed. why do small town restaurants fuck it up so much who are you by the way cafe? (notorious worst service in the annex ever no wonder someone got shot on your doorstep you probably made the dude wait half an hour just to make eye contact with you)
someone write a guide to surviving a small town. maybe i should based on the teeny experience i’ve had i’m sure that will go over well.
mmmm gettin’ hungry over here.
dad, this barn’s for you.
i wish i was an architect in the 70’s.
why did you spell that the american way? and why are you so full of shit too?
world’s biggest meth pipe oh and kudos to natalie for pointing out that our bartender at the fox was kinda methy best description ever and i’ve been using it as much as possible since.
Now this…THIS is Blogging
It’s really no different than any other spoiled rich brat’s blog but the sure amount of effort and acclaim really put it into a surreal spot.
aw thanks, you think i’m spoiled and rich. total geniuses in that thread much.
“It’s like someone who didn’t know about MySpace decided to make a blog.”
seriously, bringing up myspace to make a point are you eleven?
alright, i’m going to take a BORING shower now.