down the street that loser is you

hahaha pretty impossible to laptop from here so i’m back at the glass desk.

easily the ugliest mannequins in all of toronto (if you’ve got worse send ‘em on in) impossible to capture during the day i asked fil to cast a shadow for the sake of this picture. the ugly has purely got to do with their ashy tanned skin tone, and no i am not a racialist, these bitches are practically grey.

yeah how did that work out for you? anyone know what the hell this was all about before this business bit it?

stumbled upon a totes ridic (OMGLOLZROFL) store it was too slammed so i gave them my card and said i’d be back next week to take pictures of EVERYTHING. the young adult guy who working there was totally hyper, giggly, friendly, loved it.

yum!

how do you feel about these things? fil made mention of the wtf happens when it snows, who is going to want to press down on that lever? assuming you can still just shove your garbage/recycling through the slot and the barrier will slide down upon the force of it.

hmmm maybe it doesn’t. also like, what if you don’t have feet?

apparently this is the last operating p0rn theatre in the city. sexy.

whoever drew this should seriously consider having a show in a gallery on queen.

this dude was doing a perfectly good impression of a duck until we rolled on up he was profiled facing south all stoic.

then his much needier kin approaches demanding attention. fil didn’t realize it was a different cat and as i was snapping photos he was like OH GREAT now you have to pet it, why aren’t you petting it? PET IT! hey guy look at the porch, different cat entirely.

fil did him a solid and we parted ways, the cat took off to mooch some petting from a teenaged guy behind us who completely ignored it. aw. some people (psychopathic assholes) just do not get cats or animals, and i do not get YOU, cold hearted and bitter. enjoy!

hostess should go back to their pothead mascots. maybe kodak told them off? (i cannot find a picture of those fugly looking creatures)

fil’s buried bridge/wall. every time we walk past he re-tells its history zzzzzzz that park (christie pitts and bellwoods too) used to be a rivine/creek over the zzz years zzzz they turned it into a zzzz sewer and drained the creek zzzz for people to have a place to bring their dogs and hipsters to lie around on blankets.

THIS BOOK SUCKS.

YEAH LIGHT IT ON FIRE!

i don’t know either but i like it. a lot.

so cute.

somehow meaningful.

being hungover and living across the street from this house, bad combo.

home again with toilet paper on a blemish i picked at. we watched role models. 4.5 stars, well done, well done.

here is a flickr set of that 3 alarm fire aftermath on bloor yesterday and here is a set of some macaulay culkin in the good son looking kid throwing knives at a tree in the park. um, yeah.