this chick is a fuckin’ relic man, i’ve had her since i was 4? she was barbie’s ginger beach party fun-lovin’ friend, forget the name unfortunately. she was into american apparel before you were check the gold lam-ay hot pants.

uhhhm, this one didn’t make it.

or that one. sniff. ha kidding i stopped watering those twinks long ago we just keep ‘em around for sentimental purposes and for the birds and squirrel which i have finally STOPPED feeding thanks to matt’s rat paranoia lecture. thank you matt for starving my only (squirrel) friend to death. steph it’s up to you to save me from horticultural failure, keep ferny strong please!

this is molding nicely into the balcony wood. i stopped myself short of taking a photo of the tiger rug that i pitched out there a long time ago not one of you skids claimed, it makes me sad to look at it which is better than when it used to scare me cos it was hung over a chair with its face staring into the apartment at me through the window and when i would watch tv at nite sometimes the eyes would reflect light and my heart would skip a beat. i think the squirrel has since been storing garbage beneath it.

alright so now you know and your life is all the better for it.

it feels like friday.

hated my outfit then realised it was my hair that ruined it, long hair and a huge shirt just doesn’t work, i hated it so strong i was this close to bailing (my middle name) on tonite. tomorrow is going to be a stressful day and i thought i should just sit here alone on the couch and soberly obsess about it? yeah smart move tardbreath. i’m so tired i just made myself a single shot of espresso (watered down to two) and i never have caffeine at nite. i either just bought fil the most fantastic christmas gift ever or the worst, his birthday isn’t even here yet i am so stressed next year i am giving him his birthday present in like august so i don’t have to drop a ton of money all at once. i picked up his last birthday gift this afternoon on my way to sushi with my cousin, you know there is yet another fuckin’ sushi place on bloor now? it’s the old las iguanas, weird. you get 15% off your bill for its grand opening. i had the sashimi and it was TERRIBLE.

i enjoyed the fake little bonsai tree that i accidentally broke a part off of though.

ugh. the tempura was fine, but how can you fuck that up? can’t.

the remark that chick made last nite on the survivor finale to sugar (re: anti-depressants, dead dad, crying etc) was positively disgusting and i am glad probst called her out on it, not glad she just smiled and waved. if i ever see this chick in real life i will stomp on her with high heels.