smrt blog

last nite choclair came in, performed, and did shots with us. we were starstruck. i told him i met him a year ago then halfway through recounting the time that i did not actually meet him it dawned on me that it was kardinal offishall that i had met (i need to stop smoking weed)(like that’s happening) whoops so i allowed the loudness of the room to overtake my gaff, pushed another girl in my place and walked backwards into the kitchen to blush my balls off. when i met kardinal i thought i was meeting choclair and tagged him as such on fb. fuck. choclair was good about it though and played along HEY YOU REPLIED TO AN EMAIL OF MINE ONCE REMEMBER??? i get that all the time, i relate to you choclair! i cannot get redman or method man straight either. i like the short one better, i mean, i’d do him. i thought yesterday was the worst hangover of my life. wrong. today is. worth it though, we jammed at the bar til 5. so fun. dance party explosion all over and atop the bar. i’m so sore.

pretty sure the guy would fully remember this epic moment in time.

then i pulled my pants down and no one cared who met whom, where why or when.

phone numbers gathering contest i must win this so help me out guys.

aje-vasion!

the dudes are trying to give themselves handicaps. fuck that nice try.

the lucky ones get to stick around.

i got it in the hair only. learned my shot lesson friday nite by an awful anxiety attack at the end there, kinda had to slip out. when i left last nite west of bathurst passed avenue was cordoned off by firetrucks and cop cars, south and north, what was that all about? combing for someone?

gettin’ p0rnzy.

brunch today was a trip. i took off my sunglasses for two seconds and scared our waitress so i quickly put them back on.

look it’s the song!

shower time see you soon. join our FB page if i haven’t invited you yet.