bedcave stories with hunglor

i am also sick. again. finally. i’ve been keeping it at bay (vitamins, eccinacea etc) all week long and it’s hit me now. i knew today would be a write-off in that regard so i made the best of last nite. fuck did i ever. it’s not a full blown flu-like thing as far as i can tell, i think it might have a lot to do with allergies, here’s hoping.

this spoke to me and it said, “raymi, take my picture.”

i had too many things goin’ on, phone, keys, purse, bike, pizza thing. you know how it is. or maybe you don’t and i feel sorry for you.

then i inhaled it.

meet bodhi.

wasn’t thinking. why didn’t i take these???? IDIOT. now i will never know the outcome of the game show mystery or what the sundae surprise was. a dog? a sundae?! boggled over here dudes.

ughhhhhhh i hate those guys so much.

we had momo’s (is that what it’s called?) yesterday and we did not likey and are currently embarking on an unsatisfying food tour of the city. no joiners please, it licks.

beautiful creature.

very cool in a what is going on kind of way. oh then we bumped into xenia on her bike. she was wearing a kerchief and cute vintage heels. v classy and arty and cute. after that we bumped into sharpie and angie at the lcbo so we pre-drank at their place while bodhi met pierre (audrey’s papillon so adorable and the only dog i know who puts on airs and makes me talk in the gayest voices possible when in close proximity of) and the family had their first drinks following a two week cleanse. those guys cleanse their balls off i dunno how they do it i am continually in awe. kenny was lurking about too hi kenny.

made our way to gibson and woodstock stir crazy allison hopped a train to meet us there. she brought me a shirt cos i said my outfit was stupid. i forgot it in my purse. i am not allowed to take credit for it so next time you see me in a grey off the shoulder with a ton of feathers print shirt, it’s not mine.

bedcave hunglor party right now of course it’s in order.

brad hang this shit already! (fil‘s photo)

sorry can’t talk i am extremely busy placing two imaginary important phone calls.

oh whatever brad. fuck yourself.

i should have “accidentally” left with your sweater too.

luke (an aussie lad) was really into my gear. red plaid socks red pants, shoes that everyone down under takes the piss of, even babies wear ‘em. i say it takes brass ones to wear stupid plaid socks and any old guy can wear a plaid shirt right meanwhile it was a fucking sea of plaid rainbows (plaid rainbow is MY term btw when i was pretending to be kurt cobain/hole/L7 etc i decided that would be my band name, you read it here first) so then i jumped in on one and called them out but i was so loaded i could barely stand on one foot long enough to show my sock and my drink sloshed all over the floor. awesome. i think i did that at least fifty times in front of allison too.

look at my hair cloak. i should be paid to maintain that shit fuck it takes work. fil should be buying my conditioner, he’s the one insisting i keep it long yeah. i’d rather blow my brains out than sit down and add up my annual conditioner expense.

this couple would just not cut it out. when i pulled out the camera i had to beg them to go at it some more, then haitham’s brother-in-law (to be) made it even better.

the get-along-gang. hi wendi! that’s haitham beside me remember allison’s going away party post i said i had no idea to spell this guy’s name but he’s awesome all the same. well now i know how to spell it thanks to facebook. when is this post going to end i’m getting bedsores.

that’s luke. man, australian accents straight off the bat make someone seem way funnier than they are. lucky. not saying he isn’t funny i’m just saying i wish i talked like a kangaroo.

ewan and i go way back. shows eh?

girl can rock a heel.

finally everyone was kicked out (what event were we there for again? haha)(oh man i have more twilight bait but i’m not goin’ there cos it’s monumental so i’m zippin’ it if you need to know you can email me) and look it’s fil’s stress hand.

i could just not make jumping timed pics happen i think camera battery was a bit low. i just forgot what i was going to say, fil walked in the room and is now demanding attention. xoxox bye.

i will give you 100 dollars if you deliver me a breakfast burrito from sneaky dee’s, a mimosa, and then bathe me. it’s not a lot to ask really.