yesterday i was 120lbs i told this to fil and then we ate the planet. great.

for dinner we had this nicely 50% off salmon that fil dressed in delicious mustard and basil, so simple and amazing. had a spinach, goat cheese, tomato, cucumber w/ miso dressing salad and two mini bottles of sake, one hot one cold and watched censored kill bill vol 1 and part of 2 before heading out good to go.

whatever diet bizo is now on is so totally doing it because he is SO tiny, i couldn’t believe it. so cuddly too aw gaymoments4lyfe.

so packed full of BO and dirty looks, everyone seemed aggressive what’s the point? i tried to get this sans blur but someone kicked, shoved, pressed up against my chair every single time.

sharpie pointed out that someone needs to learn how to spell SKEWERED. fuck. they even fouled it twice. sad face.

these are not in order thanks to the camera but anyway just a little slutty only a little, it’s the shirt jeez relax i wear it a quarter to never picture me in a holly hobby dress. oh yeah this one retard at the painted lady blatantly snapped a photo of stefan and sharpie almost thumped him then he and some blond chick followed us down to reposado and yelled snake snake snake at us as we were going in, he used the blond purely for protection. winner. stefan says people pose for pictures with him all the time and then put them on fb and write the most ridiculous shit about him and how they were so partying together and all this untrue baloney. also, he is the proud owner of my swings painting.

the greasy factor was pretty high last nite i need a wind machine.

hi i like waiting 20 minutes for a drink along with sixty other people and i also like to party in a bar the size of a closet too.

yes it was i who cut the cheese is what he’s saying basically.

crop duster joins us and decides to come clean. he did not fart, he had to take the blame for it cos he planted this retarded (sharpie called it) drunk chick alone at his friend’s table and it pissed them all off ahahha so when sharpie was rippin’ him one in front of everybody he had to just take it. so good.

dusted. i couldn’t detect it though.

a little bit of bullshit was definitely at play here we think.

oh and now it’s time for the totally unbelievable must be in my head i was getting stared down from across the room anecdote. this time i (nicely) waved (and mouthed hi) at them to let them know that my eyes work and yes i can see that they are staring and discussing me with glazed over eyes (so not hot) and they just guiltily slowly turned away for the rest of the nite. busted. one was wearing a dumb rose in her hair. i doubt you can see them in this shot. i must be delusional and sharpie must have imagined it too.

i love nickelback.

fil loves nickelback.

that room was like sitting in a kiln ‘cept for when all the smokers came in and out and the shitty door could barely close behind them, anyway, yes my hair part looks wicked slick. time to go home clocks ahead an hour guys remember it’s not as early as we think it is.

i love when people offer to take a group photo like we are at the mandarin, total waste, no one comes out lookin’ too hot and do we look like the kind of people who need group shots? yes thank you i will frame this one for sure haha.

bob marley flew us home best ride ever he didn’t play ONE greatest hit. he (quietly) sang along to every song too, so cute.

cid’s special diet consists of breakfast lunch dinner second dinner and snacks.

fil was secretly more blasted than i was, he did a shot of tequila at the bar with samir. he is not feelin’ too great right now. GOOD.

then we hugged, and hugging is half the battle.

“I know what hugging means!” -sharpie.

i am the most dainty thing to ever happen to the internet. i’da gone for whimsical but that word is dead to me as everyone has decided to destroy it.

dear raymi

hi hi.
wednesday night i was at lee’s for a show and lucky me, afterwards was in a bathroom stall that you had written in! my friends waited 1000 hours for me as i drunkenly tried to find something to write with in my purse. i think i just ended up writing, ‘i love you’ hahahh. it was almost like seeing you. (my dream throughout the whole day/night i was in toronto). one day raymi, one day.
*love erin.

yeah i got nothing today my brain is fluff.

i drew this when i was in high school, gave it to fil when we were courting and he hung it up at his old job, said his retarded cousin drew it. ha.

brunch of champs. pre-perogies RULES. post-perogies does not. i feel like i am having a heart attack but why is my right arm sore? so yeah my right arm is having a heart attack.

i was the last one to wipe down this table. hint hint hint. fil hint.

a deal is a deal, fil’s actual artist cousin owes me a painting. that is a ketchup chip thumbprint in lieu of blood.

this new camera is kinda wonky a slew of dumb self-portrait pics have totally disappeared, from camera and computer. weird. they were of me in my shrooms outfit i was going to wear yesterday to be funny. feh. meh. leh. keh.

waiting for the rain to stop so we can go do some super fun errands. remember being a kid and how errands were the most BORING soul-sucking pieces of shit ever, being dragged around in the car on a saturday afternoon like a monkey and now being an adult in the city it’s like, somehow fun? man adults are teh ghey. this (rain) is what i get for completely wasting yesterday. the way i dickheadedly see it is whatever, more warmer days are comin’ this way why do i need to stroll the hood in jogging pants to experience some EXTREME 17 degrees wow SO BOILING hey lets hop on the patio train choo choo predictable toronto express i need to sit on a patio everyday until next winter everyone ready set GO. i guess i treat life the way los angelinos treat their weather, totally for granted. it’s my life and i can rain on it all i want. sorry the gung ho fairy was out takin’ a wizz when i was conceived, not my fault.

here we go again. friday internet sucks and i just made it suck more, de rien.

OZZY soaks us.

sigh, drunk history

dear raymi who the fuck do you think you are?

yesterday was fully a stuff white people like day, sundays, walks, nature, torturing your children with all of the above.

le fart

that’s like punching out a librarian.

loblaws sent me a ten dollar gift card from the wood i found in my spinach. that’s it!? what about my tv spot and trip to bermuda? cheapskates.

unlike this totally eloquent post that should win a literary award

and hey look you gothy little shitbags, coffin pool!

both times it made me feel like feeding myself a burger, then burgers, then boogers, then booger from revenge of the nerds.

if i wanted to look like everybody else, i would look like everybody else.

britt’s bday dinner.

don’t worry, these chats are incredibly long winded and pointless.

oh hai it’s me at barely 21

here’s a few excerpts from an article what a journalism student did on your hero recently

so if you want to come hang or stare at me from a dark corner of the room while i’m at the bar being bitchy and irritable come out.

yeah t3 always makes you kinda queasy, t3 + barf milkshake = spewiest idea yet.

i feel destroyed right now anyway as yuje!

saegbweliguweoghewgldshl’

badonka much?

i get tired of having to find an inner sanctum within myself not to upset the herd, standing really still and looking like you aren’t enjoying yourself takes a grand effort.

fred perry shoot

how offensive is this? oh it’s ok cos it’s high-end?

glowering at you through the window from the back seat.

port dover, where the folk come to sit in their minivans and stare at seagulls and water and drink tim horton’s zzzzz.

surprise! here’s your apples AND blood!

the raymi charm has fully worn off for him though he only digs fil country. i’m telling cid.

i almost blew my head off from listening to fil and broszkowski discuss their fucking cameras all goddamn day/nite long, it is even boringer than listening to samir and fil discuss motorcycles, which makes my eyes glaze over like an opium pipe packed to the gills.

now i get what all you’ve been nagging about re: this exercising shit.

total office affair goin’ on here, she’s early 20’s, he’s a billion, and it’s 11 at nite, at a casey’s, come on people!

omgZlolZrofl!

white people vs. live music in toronto.

i look like a muppet.

some redonk.

fitness chat with alicia.

nachos sans nachos.

i saw avril lavigne last nite.

oh look it’s me at ANOTHER SHOW

one thing about exercising that’s fun, is coming up with more and more retarded outfits to sweat to.

on the couch right beside us and we had to act like it wasn’t at all awkward.

lesbians eat yogurt

earth hour

pure ray caesar <3 though my drunkaoke 25th birthday party.

prezzies from you lezzies.

matt finally took his canon away *sniff* but that’s ok i’m finally making use of the back-up miranda so generously gave me i think the megapixels are even higher than matt’s and that camera was a sweet ride. also this means there’ll be more raymi retard videos (sick dude!) cos the sound on this new guy is louder (i could never properly figure out the other camera, way too many bells and whistles that) and while i hate change eventually i’ll learn this camera inside and out and be rockin’ man i felt like such a geezer last nite FIL HELP ME FIGURE OUT THIS HERE TECHNOLOGICAL DEVICE PLEASE DEAR.

we watched changeling, it was stressful, disturbing and sad. there is one terrible actor kid near the end ugh drama class much? angelina’s performance was alright though i can’t help but feel like there was a little brad sprinkled onto some of her mannerisms and she was so basically just playing herself, not many hours spent developing the character but what do i know, i couldn’t act my way out of a wet paper bag.

deericious soup i made yesterday.

**REMINDER** tonite my dad’s band (Dr. Robert) is playing at the slye fox in burlington. they go on after the dinner rush, say 9/9.30 it should be a good time oh and no funny business either my bro and his thugged-out friends will also be there heheheh. maybe if they’re blasted enough i’ll get up and sing. who knows.