to the island

fully under-dressed, so stupid. tanning yesterday made my weather perception a little skewed. more like way. also one should always note the island’s temp is likely five degrees cooler than the mainland. oh look at me all hoity-toity “mainland” haha shut up lets get on with it.

we love to rip on the weird white people who live on the island but are secretly so fucking jealous of them. they all know each other and chat their balls off on the ferry over with their ratty bikes stocked to the tits with groceries, bold sense of entitlement I WANT THAT FEELING. we are seriously considering renting a B&B sometime over the summer. this year i mean it. and i’m not wearing shoes.

so it’s funny the only people who visit the island can be categorized as the following: weird white people, tourists of all nationality/race, funny lookin’ europeans (chicks in high heels wtf) and art students/hipsters (whom also fall under the weird white people category) don’t care how offensive that sounds, it’s the truth. sorry for like, having eyes man. *sidenote i may have some regrets later on. *regrets not guaranteed.

we took a different route this time in the hopes of outsmarting the biting wind and happened upon this madness.

oh look it’s me falling into “the pose” big surprise much.

one more for the road. fil got a slew of massive nip-on shots. wild.

when we left the condo i was like oh, kinda chilly eh but we’ve gone too far, lets keep going. meanwhile we were only downstairs in the lobby ha. fuckin’ lazy ass.

discovered sleepy hollow hidden hangout and hung for a few, it was warmer in there.

then i took a hundred pictures of myself. yes yeah i’m vain, i love vanity, i love other people’s vanity in fact i fucking admire it but anyway, when left to my own devices while fil is off shooting pictures of twigs and dirt a girl’s gotta entertain herself somehow yeah?

now this angle.

is my bun too pointy?

out came the fireball to warm things up a bit.

i’m somewhat freezing my hands and feet off here, later on i was so cold my hands clenched up into fists and i could barely open them. fil had to give me his socks even.

shit’s goin’ ocad.

ok fine sorry.

pan’s labyrinth.

my bangs were funny to me at the time. so aren’t right now.

so artistic can’t possibly stand it.

remember this stupid pose for some reason it caught on yeah sorry about that ha ha.

oh shit here we go.

fil‘s pictures are way better but he’s too busy playing motorcycles with dave down in the garage right now.

snack attack. oh man speaking of gotta get through this dominoes just arrived.

COLD.

fil got artier ones of these guys.

so cold look at my clenched fists.

hippie socks time who’s in the mood for watching singles? turn up the pearl jam dude.

like brushing a tumbleweed.

this is what a winner looks like.

very true. super hysterical to me at the time and still is. i’m all get it? BECAUSE people put their opinions on bathroom walls hyuck hyuck. (fuck you)

icing on the fucking cake we got back just in time for the dane cook audience to barf out of the ACC into union station what a bunch of douches. check the one givin’ me cut eye oh whatever purple shirt you don’t see me giving you cut eye for buying a ticket to see dane cook (and i was trying to get a shot of the crowd and no one in particular you egomaniac). here’s a riddle how do you fill the ACC with every white kid from the GTA? get dane cook.

totally forgot we had planned to get off at osgoode to head to matt’s.

he gave himself a home haircut.

nice.

what a view.

oh hi there.

so plowed.

then matt made us watch a bunch of weird videos. one of which was a 70s polish cartoon with nudity in it that totally blew my mind but is typical of those polacks and matt kept telling me to shut up every time a tit cam on the screen cos i was all WHAA OMG. i forget the name of it and so does fil cos he was completely blasted. matt even commented when we left on how he has never seen fil so gone before (likely cos matt is usually ten times more destroyed).

i guess i thought i looked skinny despite annihilating a big bag of ketchup chips and that’s a wrap.