don’t tell me to fix her

new hairs. new hairs did. done did. thanks rose! (holy shit check out my calf told ya i’m gettin’ ripped)(that cougar kaftan is britt‘s)

look i went to this, above, from this, below. what a difference.

rose is a colour genius if you ever need something corrected GO.TO.ROSE. at brennen demelo even if it’s just a regular hair touch up, roots, anything, she’s amazing. 416.301.1072

in between i looked like this. JUST KIDDING omg you guys are so easy.

no i looked like this. another dress by britt. girl has dual citizenship so she goes stateside for crazy cheap deals on insano-dresses and gets over them in ten seconds. score for this guy.

did that little half ponytail pulled back thing boring sluts do, it’s like the mullet of ponytails.

brad had another show at the bovine last nite. i gave him a necklace i made, i promised him a long time ago i’d get him this necklace i had from my first bf – a super long chain with a metal worn down blue guitar pick on it, i have no idea where it went i might of had a moment of closure back when i was mental and gave it back to his sister, anyway, so instead last nite i took a bullet off a keychain and put it on another long chain i had. offered it to fil first in case i was doing a bad thing (i dunno rules, feels like there are rules in giving dudes who aren’t your boyfriend when you have a fiance jewelry?) but fil isn’t as flamboyant as brad ha. anyway YOU’RE WELCOME TIMES A THOUSAND BRAD.

i was afraid to take a picture of this guy he just seems kinda tough ass. i mean you’d gotta be with a hairdo like that no? i like to think he’d be into the notebook and scrapbooking maybe.

so we’ve had a lousy couple of days in these parts, the icing on top of which fil’s bicycle was fucking stolen yesterday. haitham the little angel that he is on the spot orders us up some jagermonster shots. wuh-oh.

ugh i hate this shit so much.

the nite’s events are about to change dramatically.

here we go.

oh man my stomach just flip flopped looking at this one.

exactly.

brad looks like frankenstein here.

YUM!!!! there you go make it your desktop wallpaper!

check fil’s flawless nose which is actually bright red with a rudolph zit on the end. i did a good job with the makeup no? today he’s even redder as he took a stroll while i was having my hair done, it’s the native in him, he could just think about the sun and turn lobster.

hanging on for dear fucking life.

see the bullet necklace take care of it guy, that’s been in my possession since i thiefed it off my brother when i was 17. BURN!

sorry bro.

then us three jagermonsters went to some douchehole on richmond called toiko? toika? whatever it’s where ex-ravers go to feel safe and E-out hard to strobe lights and shitty music. amy was there for some reunion and brosz7 decided it was a smart call to inform her she looked like a hooker. what a total moron that guy is, no filter whatsoever once he’s tanked. he’d probably tell you his credit card number.

then he does another shot in this rip-off sized glass. then fil and i bailed cos i got the hiccups and wanted to eat all the chinese food in the world but settled on tv dinners and muriel’s wedding instead and i woke up today wanting to diiiiie but i’m all good now i love you world!

this saved my ass today. vanilla soy is delicious. where does it place in fat comparison to dairy milk, is it 1% or higher?

dinner last nite, sundried tomato cheese filled whatever those things are, with left over rotisserie chicken, mesclun greens and this amazing spinach basil cream sauce fil’s mom made. fab-you-lous.

LOVE this song tons. know who also loves this song tons? JAGERMEISTER.

groupie sluts 101.

amazing ride surreptitiously parked out front of the bovine, awesome flat black paint finish. pompadour bad ass greaser owner wouldn’t let me take his picture on it though.

so settle on this american graffiti homage instead.

TIME FOR BED SUSAN.

then we went to swiss chalet?

balcony coors light time happy saturday amigettes!