wait ’til i’m in a gay second

glen eden what’s up.

i have a vision.

oh wait, it’s me.

i took a video once i reached the top all out of breath and shiny faced. it was funny high though i dunno if my self esteem can take posting it today or not.

i should just get it over with and start wearing super tall and pointy gnome hats.

i could easily pull this off.

WTF

suuuuuuure i’ll share some of that with you.

so lazy see, you’re all fat for it.

k sorry got stuck in a geek vortex for a second there. i remember a few nuit blanche’s ago this cute bartender chick in this teenily constructed mini bar was wearing a black pointy hat, felt-like, not witch-like, totally elfin. have never forgotten it. saw her some days later wearing it around town, stared at her like crazy and made her feel ambushed, taken hostage by my eyes. i think i ducked into a store or something to avoid the scenario entirely. brave hero! (dad where is that expensive little gnome i bought you?)

some leftovers here.

finished this stoner hike off with some swiss chalet and i kid you not, what a perverted scene that place has turned into. like, three separate gross guys all with staring problems, (staring at both your own daughter’s tits staring problems)(hopefully step daughters but still, still so fucking disgustingly blatantly sick i’m trying to eat chicken over here guy) the service blew and now i’m fat. cool. don’t order a caesar before eating anything ever. dumb move. believe it or not the reason we went was to try their mango bellinis (5.19!) but it was too cold a drink to order while your arms are laced in goosebumps. note to self: never go to a swiss chalet on a weekend again. ever.

i’m going to construct a poster of burlington’s chain restaurants and shove multi-coloured thumbtacks through each one i’ve hit and call it RAYMI’S EATING TOUR.

remind me to talk about the street hockey kids next door at some point.