in between siamese cities

that h&m bag was not mine. that chamomile tea is probably the gayest thing i have ever ordered. my late nite dinner companion profusely agreed. i ordered a glass of merlot to balance it out. actually merlot is pretty gay too.

i don’t know why we stash the crown in the back and not up on the shelf. something about the bottle being squat, appealing to sticky fingers maybe? likely. welcome to the blog of no answers.

leopard print seems not too hard to replicate a paint job of.

i reached my disgusting unhealthy goal.

too light for 5’8. i’m even less now.

some people never got around to seeing this. also, the online article is buried from non-subscribers (including me).

ikea you owe me big time. LOL @ ballistic.

someone (read: person i am banging) recently pointed out my laptop stickers and asked if i was seven. look, i use these things until they self-destruct so it doesn’t matter how much garbage i affix to ‘em.

this room is a retarded colour explosion.

haven’t seen the cats in a while (cos i sleep through their daytime wanderings or i’m never here) but their little footprints are all over the place. makes me laugh.

give the people what they want.

that’s it i need a new camera or someone to learn how to operate it.

sean pinchin was starstruck by me! well, no, yes, whatever. go check him out west he’s touring and an amazing musician. teppei was blowing his load over his slide fret whatever that shit is called.

i love having fresh meals readily available to me at the snap of my fingers. have to be careful not to eat out of boredom idle time. not that it matters as metabolism is currently at all time high.

see? sliding. slap? STUPID ME I AM.

congratulations you might die soon! and then they were like lets set a new goal haha.

wicked.

saturday ikea hangover bad scene.

bought a rug. i swear it was orange!

wardrobe! 99 bucks! fil put it together for me thanks guy. i forgot to grab coasters from work to level it out (uneven floorboards). so now i have multiple places to stash my clothes and yet everything is still in bags and piles. haven’t had time or motivation.

off to work.

loner stand-up dinner.

haiti hip hop fundraiser and i think that’s adgirl, she said my blog was hype. found me through casie. sorry this thing is turning into the oh look it’s someone who knows my blog, blog. (not sorry).

choclair!

i’m training this crew to be regulars. they stayed til the bitter end friday nite while we were shit show dance closing up, recognized them last nite and got ‘em waaasted. clem don’t forget the hendrick’s.

and so it begins…

i’ve been pulling out the lamest outfits lately, any clean thing i can find that sort of matches no matter how out of style, on it goes. i have to wrap this up and finish part two tomorrow as i have to come up with some other stupid look for tonite. the national post calls tomorrow at 11. less snark, more smart.